Cullfield

You can’t wear it
Like a coat
And not expect some
Holes to form
And stains to stay

Nor mud to cake
As you fall unto
Unbeaten paths

You can’t expect
To not stumble

Through the fields
Of the apex predator
Without damage incurred

You can’t wash it
Without losing memory

It’s clear but only
Goes so far when you
Abuse it every day

You can’t appreciate it
For what it was
And not be disappointed
When it doesn’t become
Anything it used to be

It moves and culls

The cullfield is
What was and will be

Not...