Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Sonnet 5 – Canines turning 50 (28)

by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm – for đtc(&i)

So fifty is the age we yearn for youth.

Tick tock ovaries and gonads dry thin.

So fifty is when our heartache uncouth.

An aged soul uncompromising locked in

A clock is winding down in mocking jest.

There are those who say time’s delusional

Amidst lines and wrinkles, we’re not our best

Death by minutes and seconds is normal.

Air inhale all space all food all shit.

The planet hot since we are the hoarder

To die: nature’s law to which we submit

The earth turns us into fertiliser.

Our children we  give our mind and heart

Shrivelled and senile, this world we depart.

For đtc(&i)

By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm

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