Digest of a Soul


I leave these words behind me as I move:
Shed snakeskin, dry shell of husked cocoon,
Chaff of my past life, scab of old selves,
Parings of fingernails, horn of the moon.

Over my shoulder, a broken twig,
Animal track at the back of the mind;
Scent of my manhood, envoy to a fig,
Haunting my body, half-life of this line.

Ghost in a photograph, forelock of hair,
Dog-eared mementos: my dream-house by night;
Molt of imago, the muse’s foot, bare;
Marvelous larvae, leaf-mulch and mite.

Silence sloughs simile, sleep’s folio,
A bookworm’s bequest, digest of a soul.

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