Monday 4 May 2009

Enculturation

In the cage, alone, before the ether
You're okay.
Then, one day,
From up there, outside, the trunks of rubber descend together,

Descend and grasp at your tail's fleshy root - you're ripped up
And dangled for a bit
Like a pulled parsnip,
And you kick yourself for your stasis, your trust.

Next time
You circumnavigate the cage, enraged
At the intrusion: they still get you splayed,
Get grime

On your down.
Nowadays you're stiller; accepting your role
Even as you sniff the cloudy cotton wool.
So now you're done.

White coat slits your white coat akimbo
Sees what made you tick, and goes home
To see his kids and pass on his knowhow
Knowing his grandkids will flourish and prosper


10/00
First Published in
The Rialto, approx 09/01





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