I am a broken crowbar
(An out of work scarecrow)
Most of what I am is nothing
That anyone needs to know.
Like stagnant brackish water
Dissipating fumes, or a child
That feels neglected because
They’re not the one abused.
Improbable – like fire underwater
Impractical – like ice on snow
Like a politician’s lies:
I’ve just come to accept it.
