on old people
by Oshinn Cerra
Thursday, June 28, 2007
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the result of being an ageist at the age of twenty-two. i think this sprung out of the comment "i wish i were old so i could not worry about my weight" (by a sufferer of anorexia)...
every fragile, teetering step
we envy; how fragility is a curse,
how death lurks.
but! when aching of bones replaces
desire for them, when mind
rots away and body prevails, however sourly,
we watch them go with a disagreeable air,
they pinpoint mortality. how dare they,
existing for all to see, for us to see,
to ridicule, to waste.
no longer shackled by conformity.
piteous god! take them. they
are yours and serve you better than me;
inside their homes, their breath
their phones lie cold.