The Plan

Late night persistence,

Watered down by the Alsatian’s bark,

Distant warning left unheeded.

Try again, try eternally,

Stumble out, stumble in,

Until the end, keep on going.

Plough through the hardened earth,

The cool, clean, crisped ice,

Cut into the slab,

scrape the edges,

Use a little warmth to break it in.

Smash it

pillage it

don’t treat it daintily.

Its organic

It withers

It dies

It ripens

It slackens

Wrinkled ridges, in the final count.

It drops

It thuds

exhales a dampen breath.

It reaches

It preaches

Shrinks in body and in mind,

It can not keep up

It falls back

It flails its arms in desperation.

Its ducts pour out, now and then,

Its follicles shed a frequent fall,

A constant autumn, but only once a spring.

Keep on urging

keep on purging

Try to maintain,

try to lose.

Stop at hurdles

walk around them

Keep one eye focused forward,

The other skyward,

Trip and fall,

don’t get up,

Have a rest,

Deserving rest,

A final rest.