Denying Life

Hapless ogre

Softly lurching,

quick-beguiling – 

“Lend me your support!”

Grey with rich and muddy greens;

your greasy copper never cleans.

You lean on perished columns:

Placed in the past 

for other souls 

now cast afar.

You know as well as I do, 

That their strength will not 

support you for long.

But really, your insistence never gave them clamour.

It is only to shirk that central pillar

That would hold up your whole life,

And place it in the heavens.

For it is better for sure to wilt – a stranger among angels –

Than to never cease to scurry in the grime.