Roger Moore (Poems)
The Water Tower 2
Shall we begin at the beginning
at the water tower’s foot
where the itch of dried flaking skin
is unbearable?
The earth worm coiled around the tower
opens his mouth to devour his tail
and the movement of his scales
scours old paint in an effort to remove
all traces of the former painter’s footprints.
Oh, the defiance of wind, rain, snow, ice,
the hot summer sun, and the tower
sweating year after year,
erasing man’s efforts to control
time and space with created beauty.
But now is the time of endless renewal,
the sun’s return to renew
the infinite cycle of death and rebirth.
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