Ode Of Eight,
Eight, eight solid legs. Creak in power not pain.
Never pain. So strong. Always at guard, holding me up.
I sleep. You never sleep. I never see you sleep.
No fatigue. You are never tired, but when I see you I always am.
And I am sorry for that, I truly am.
Older. You are so much older than I am. But you don’t age.
What is your secret? Go on tell me. You can you know. Anything.
It is the legs isn’t it. Would I have your strength if I had just 3 pair legs more?
In any event, thank you for being there, and if ever I find myself with just six more legs;
On that day I will hold you up. And you can rest.
Ode to the 2 single beds pushed together that I sleep on.
First Published “Word Elgims Blues”, Issue (1), 2/1/13 .
J. J. Raphael