Poetry Time 33: The Blood of a Culture

I am the mucky-footed bullfrog that leapt out of the well of dreams
A place to be killed in what I leave behind
You are beautiful and you are growing up. but I am getting sick and I am getting old.
Am I your master or am I your slave.
The most heavenly of vultures that I have ever known
–your name is culture.


NaaN (Now, always and Never)