If I use the gifts of Mother Nature
to write about the sinful fantasies that the gods would forbid,
it would do a disservice to Mr Woodsworth.
He taught me to walk miles and miles for inspiration,
but the media is teaching- no, tempting me to teach people to walk into their own traps- no, graves.
My face is already grey enough,
and I have seen too many graves
already cursed and forgotten.
No time to feel like ashes again.