Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Custodian

I am my worldly goods,
Sole custodian of property;
I accumulate more in detention
While amassing a plenty.

Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in fond intimacy.

Silken cloak of dusty membrane
Collecting cobwebs and green.
Self-employed cleaner carrying
Detergent and soft-towels clean.

Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in cleaning frenzy.

One more brass candle stand
Or one more golden bracelet
Brass and gold are my metal
I polish, I dust, I collect and keep.

Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in collecting freak.

Selected as my husband
A stranger tied the knots
In polite social net caught
Remained strangers well thought

Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in cold reality.

A holding on my hoarding
My last will and testament decree
A finalised printed statement
"The custodian was the custody"

Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in seasoned rationality.

Painfully conscious of running time
Dripping and drenching me
Crippled of life within
I search for new meaning

Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in lost sanity.

Where once was a human
Now there is brass and stainless steel,
Old vat and jewels of pure gold
I quite forgot why I collected these?

Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in barren vacancy.

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