The Clam of Life: Sacred Poetry

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Trans Solar World Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

The Clam of Life

In a clam shell I am caught,
Between I will and I ought;
One that crushes, one that crimps,
Unbending jaws leave me limp.

In a pestle, and a bowl,
I am ground up: herbs they roll
With some gristle, and some lard,
Concoction like precious nard.

Tar that bubbles in a pot
Is much like me ‘cept I’…