AWARE

I lay by my hearth
Ingenuity—a crowing cock
I’m aware
I may lie still thousand years
But my bones still wear
I may tug at my earth
The treasures I find I adhere
And take home a ware for my dear
I may torch my snare
And scatter the tracks of the deer
Felinity and humanity flirt
And wholesomeness reared
I may lay and pretend
That Kant was right the first time
Become as unaware
To a watching world
So I doubt not that you are there
And that I am not here
The sound I hear
The gurgling of water
The burning of water
As I crank my pump
I can lay unaware
But she watches without care
So long as my bone continues to wear
So will I lay unaware?
And lose to this winner
Will I tug at my earth?
Find a treasure for my dear
Douse my hearth in the morn’
Set out for a good old’ graft
Or pretend Kant was right the first time
Save I lay in city
Spending the vivre in my neck
Pneumonia makes the body sick
Or be aware and tug on
For here it is
I am AWARE

Gbenga Afolabi (c) 2007-06-17