The New Is Old Enough Poem by Emmanuel Odum

Squeaking metals count time
in clocks of weary glass
we wake up and we die
like grooming of wild grass

where fate and principle cry
he is a she, she is a he

The claws that we feel
or the mess that we seal
isnt the light dark enough?
in folly we swallow cough

Our truth isnt a bluff!

The books that we bake
from our fathers shelfs we take
we are coto walk the steps
'we see the light' in fates pest

Blue scents begins a fight

all for love or daddy's force?
or impress the truth we pause
the light you feel the dark we you see
noble white and sacrade suit

Even, long and asian gown
totem carves and devout priestess
mothern phrase on marble thesis

Deep within a chocolate bar
filled with milk and maggot hive
every story has a tale
till the graying twist of our hairs
we'll desire and surely feast
with the primates we assend.