Poo Twang Poem by James McLain

Poo Twang;
once you except it,
expect it.
Coiffed, in the middle
of your silky coiled.
Then You come too realize,
it is not some accidental birth.
it is with pure dignity and
Devinne grace full knowledge,
that at the center of your being
all accidents are possible
even the foreseen.
Even warm permissible
and but for the grace of god
it could have been a log,
surrounded by panic
ridding the subway home.