..from Of Flesh Sculptures And Abandoned Love.. ‘Social Network’


I am not older, I merely
grew tired of the appearance
of endless beauty

I work under the conceit
of sore knees,
wrinkled youth, and duty

You believe these are for others
none applies to you
your hesitation certain doom

Come to me when truth
refuses your particular disability
while you are discovering

Death has no separate rooms
only the inevitability now
you ignore or later tell yourself you choose

©Dean Baker

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