(Elizabeth McGeown)
Boletus pseudoregius
Oh yes! We are the great pretenders. We
pretend from dawn of day to setting sun.
We wake, we fake, we make our way, slowly
to our workplaces 'til our work is done.
pretend from dawn of day to setting sun.
We wake, we fake, we make our way, slowly
to our workplaces 'til our work is done.
And only then can we begin to thaw.
A strange word, you may think, what does a melt
mean to a human? There's no frozen, raw,
frostbitten digits here. There are no welts
A strange word, you may think, what does a melt
mean to a human? There's no frozen, raw,
frostbitten digits here. There are no welts
caused by some burning coals. But burning words
can feel as blistering, can scar, can leave
a mark to most unseen. Give us the birds.
Give us the forests. We have ceased to grieve
can feel as blistering, can scar, can leave
a mark to most unseen. Give us the birds.
Give us the forests. We have ceased to grieve
and made our peace with those who find us strange.
Appreciate us for our acting range!
Appreciate us for our acting range!
EM
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