i
Go with the flow, he says
Who says? He, he who dishes the dirt,
poison for the pores, the nerve endings, the brain
Go with the flow, he says,
let go of all these notions, plans, questions
just let it happen, let it happen
Go with the flow, he says
Who says? He, the circus master,
he who cracks the whip
ii
shedding
moulting
journeying
to the grave
too soon
to rest among
the turds and roots
while up above
squirrels play
sunbirds sing
turtle doves laugh
life exploding
iii
moulting, an animal
muted, neutered
leaving slivers of itself
wherever it goes
the body stays behind
the soul, frozen, intact, leaves no trace
the mind, floating along, dissolves into space