Tuesday, November 01, 2011
You Did Us Profound
You did us profound
you wobbly walker.
Your visible symbols say,
"why do you have that cage?
Why does that cage got blood?"
The mean-saying lady says
her reasons are good.
You nod like you do when Big People
dodge questions.
Mom and Dad do that too
when you wonder on origins
through taboo paths to temptations.
Labels: 2011, non-fiction, nova scotia, Poetry
