Alas, Poor Yolk Poem by David McLansky

Alas, Poor Yolk



Yesterday,
I lost
The last bulwark
Of my Narcissism;
The egg shell
Cracked
And the white
Ran out;
And the world
Rich beneath my feet;
Rich in pain
And feeding hope;
Can life resuscitate
My yolk?
Lead on, feed on.

Monday, May 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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