Ode from an old lump of clay...
What are you going to make of me
Unformed am I
Yet in thy presence I reside
What will I be today
Through the eons you made me
Crushed the rock
Heated the crystals
Boiled up the mash
For what purpose
To what end
You've now placed me
In front of him
What is he
That you should allow him sway
Great God of all
What is man to you
Man what are you
going to make of me today...
© January 4, 2008 byM. Emmett Townsend


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This poem speaks to this and makes for a refreshing read.