Heroes Of Mud Poem by Katerina Val

Heroes
that were forced to play
circumstances frightened though provocative all the way
pushed to change
urged to stay
and fall


Or slip away
to just slip away
and cause the minimal pain
to those who need it
them, who forget to stay
and breathe the day

Pushed to change
pushed, to stay the same
the hero.

Heroes of mud
made of mud
rolling in mud
covered
renewed
reborn
in mud
through mud

Because nothing is static
and everything is so static
when you don't want it to be

Weapons, wings and superpowers made of dust
built from dust
dying in dust
reborn
and dead

Muzzy hero
forced to play
I pity you
and I love you
because I join you
when you are urged to join the dirt
and be the dirt
Urged to play
and urged to give up
so just cross your fingers on your chest
dormant

Dormant,
forced as you are to not change
but to follow the change

to not feel pain
but to suffer the bites of the dust

forced as you are
to construct with mud
but to not enjoy crawling in it
may I call you
to enrich the slosh?

All you need is some anti-heroism
and an affirmative nod of your head
to them

Faces of mud
them
smiles that crawl
till your feet
and then they disappear
they fall
they secretly fall

woefully sinking in the slosh

Because, mud,
knows only
how to remind us of the soil

of the ground we used to stand on

but heroes
know how to not sink
even if their smiles
are already drowning in the quicksand