Bait to chum the waters
prey for the daily hunt
a bunny for the bulldog
a sponge for all the hurt.
Kindling for a bonfire,
to light a cigarette.
A bonsai for my mother
to cut and shape and twist.
A lighting rod for anger,
an apple for the worm,
a maiden for the dragon,
a sacrificial lamb.
Downwind of all the fallout
Downhill from all the shit,
A martyr for the masses,
money to be spent.
Meighan Paterson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-394/
