In a Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound
“The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.”
My Response
A tree alone; carved with initials of love;
A warrior wounded, still stands.
Tag: man
Is it already past midnight?
It’s already past midnight?
I guess I’ll sleep when I sleep,
Rest’s not that important.
Instead, I’ll keep cadence
Reminiscing on cadence,
Waiting for Taps.
I crumple the sheets, a failure contemplating:
What is it that makes a man?
What struggle overcome?
What prize attained?
I don’t know, dude.
I can’t honestly say I have a clue.
What am I even striving for?
Anyway, it’s over now,
And I’ve gotta move on.
Can’t say it’ll be easy, though.
Dcid Corvid 