Hungry-eyed old men
sift through calisthenicking limbs,
ogling the young: boys, girls—
it doesn't matter.
Every body in unison, disjointedly,
strains its joints, lifts arms and legs
against the planet's gravity.
Futile, futile.
The bods relax; the guts and butts
touch down, drop anchor, and reunite with
Mudder Earth.
The transient moisture of such labors
collects and drips,
gets ragwi
The Sweat Cauldron
sift through calisthenicking limbs,
ogling the young: boys, girls—
it doesn't matter.
Every body in unison, disjointedly,
strains its joints, lifts arms and legs
against the planet's gravity.
Futile, futile.
The bods relax; the guts and butts
touch down, drop anchor, and reunite with
Mudder Earth.
The transient moisture of such labors
collects and drips,
gets ragwi
