When awakened
Or just before birth
There you will have
Discovered dances in
Tibetan snow
Or an eagle craning
Or gold dust
Streaming down
To just then be taken
By a sportsman
Weighing his catch
Hemmed in by gadgets
Ringing this reservoir
Impounded
As it were
You gasp on
Watery meant
A gape for
Your ownliest
Remembering now
What you were
Rudely orphaned
Raised in races
Process pelleted
Your silver sides
Swaddled for
Domestic consumption
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016
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