The Elusive Elite
December 14, 2016
What are you looking at?
You, with the sunken eyes
And the slippery slant.
Trailing subtle corners
To peer at me through a raucous grin
And dubious expectation-
I cannot help you.
The teeth that wear your fixed beam
Are sealed in stone, I understand,
But I cannot do as you ask
If you ask me nothing at all.
It bemuses me, slightly,
That though your flesh is bone
And your creamy essence
Is a simple bundle of wands and ferrules,
The complexity of your conflict
Can never contrast our own.
Yes, your face is a gullible grin
And your spine a column of solemn joints,
But, then again, such is the case with the rest of us.
Fused mouths and iron rachises
Are, unfortunately, what we’ve all become.
Yet, still…
What are you looking at?