Circle Of Life Poem by Amateur Vagabond

When he spoke
flowers emerged from his lips

Delicate, fragrant petals
Colors of which I had never observed
Colors with no name

I became entranced, enthralled
By the never ending stream of flowers
and vines

His mouth, a garden of loveliness
Flowered vines with which I became tied
Open wide
Restraint Aromatica

Dirt monster
Shoves clay down my throat
Packed tight
No room for breath
I swallow earth
Digest earth
Become earth

Transformed into the bed
by which he cultivates
his lilies...his tulips...his roses

Their nutrients
absorbed from me

For luring another unsuspecting calf
To the killing floor.................I suspect

So goes the circle of life