The sown seed feeds within its host

Then severs ties, reveals its face,

Gurgles crib bound for a while,

Soon occupies an infant’s place

Is weaned and house-trained, fed and schooled,

Embarks upon life’s sweat and toil.

Sows its own seed where it can

Revelling in life’s vital coil.

But flesh betrays and memories fade

All seeds now sown, the clock ticks down.

By Stygian gates he sits and waits

Reflecting on life’s hollow crown.

October 2020

San Martín de Los Andes