The Wisdom of Nature
While you slept, ate, studied, drank too much
your beard grew.
You knew it was growing: the hiss
filtered into your dreams in the disguise
of tires passing on the wet street,bursts of growth
tearing chunks of flesh like pavement,
the cells
ravaging each other,hair
springing from underground - hair like a fountain
splitting the boards of the floor
and arcing up though your feet as you typed
without a thought of me. What did you expect?