Born clipped keratin,
One of quintuplets,
At birth sadly separated
From waggling parents,
Four of five fellows that flew
To the dustiest, hairiest corners
Of the world developed,
Divided debrided diaspora
Who were subsequently persecuted,
Accused of smelling gallic,
Rounded up, rooted out,
Then flushed away,
Wrapped in plastic,
Buried, incinerated
Or otherwise ‘disappeared’
By the local waste authority.
Held captive by yarn,
The idiom that got away by not,
You could’ve turned a tiny terrorist
Become a splinter cell underfoot
Or cotton-bound blister agent;
In that dark sweat you spied
Five unwitting replacements accreting
But accepted the sacrifice,
Your own imminent irritant fate.
Well-disposed shard of time’s hourglass,
Flexible martyr,
O’ noble nail you knew,
An aim to reign unclipped’s
Somebody else’s eulogy.
from apathy to poetry 