Days Like Today

a poem by 
ANNE CASEY | Journalist + Poet

I AM not old but I am worn down and frayed at the edges
And I wonder at what age will I say
Take me away
Let me shed my skin
Release all my atoms
Let them fall apart still sparking

Show me the place where they can separate
And stop their spinning
De-fused, diffuse, drift off
Sink into the moist earth
Seep into the pulsing womb
Where bandicoots probe while we sleep

Soil-dappled snouts carrying bits of me
Away under the dark branches
Glinting with the watchful eyes of possums
Strung with the spectres of escaped cicadas
Show me where there will be no more
Aching bones and world weariness

Where I can gladly give up my ghost


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