Would Not Be Beautiful

December 18, 2018 /

My old body would not be beautiful thrown
On some muddy, rock-pocked road. No, I
Missed my chance at a furying end, instead
Staying on the side and ebbing slow.
No altar will want me, no brass horn will sound
And fantasies of glory will melt away
Like chances, years, plans, fogs at dawn.

~ S.K. Orr