"I pecked a worm,
then a friend joined
and he pecked a worm.
then a romp and pummel
through dry dirt
an unsure hop
on some man-made
abomination—
and we ate
and we made our escape."
"I pecked a worm,
then a friend joined
and he pecked a worm.
then a romp and pummel
through dry dirt
an unsure hop
on some man-made
abomination—
and we ate
and we made our escape."
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal