A creature of whatever trouble Is cartilage and mischief, Trimmed in skin and the smile’s lie That all shall be kinship ‘til kinship dies. 5 A creature of whichever wish Is eyelashes and ifs, Entrancing Time in evening’s dish To coddle dear dreams ‘til sun comes undone. O creature picked of which and what, 10 All elbows and ears, Take of this trouble its whatever worth And wish the wisher kin until His wish full is of death and earth.
From the collection "Nobody Poems"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.