POEM: Age Has No Meaning

Age Less
By Mark Cantrell

 

Old... old, you say?

You call me old,

You,

Young sperm,

Still wet behind the flagellum,

Bathed still in the

Seminal fluid of a rise to blinking

Vapid, consciousness?

I shall tell you, tender shoot,

I am not old,

But ancient,

So ancient indeed that beyond

Time and measure

Do I find youth eternal.

Ageless and timeless, I am,

Ebbing, surging, with vigour,

While you, young sperm,

Still beat your tender tail

Against the flow of seeding,

To reach your place of spawning,

Whence...