The wolf sees the man as meat
A means to hunger’s end
The x-ray sees the man as bone
What he is, but does not comprehend
The fly sees the man as stone
Ancient beyond the fly’s years
The worm waits for the man to be soil
Oblivious to any and all of his fears
The soil is a measure of time
Under the gaze of a blazing unforgiving sun
The worms live in the layers of history
Where everything silently dreams as one
Gene G. McLaughlin 2022
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