Set Upon Your Aspen Branch

Set upon your aspen branch

And watch the world pass

The bastard unwilling to descend

From the throne that cracks

Under the tracks

Of your only thing of substance,

And that being passed from your bowels.

Do you wait for aid?

The robin won't

For he flies on

Nor the eagle who soars

Above your mental reach

And the worm waits

To convert

That which falls

Into something useful.

So fall damnit

And maybe then

Unlike passing under

You'll be worth passing over.

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Violet Carolina's picture

This one confuses me about...not spending too much time now trying to figure out what you are writing about...who is the bastard??? thanks, V.