L'aura del Campo

No heart at the core

No heart at the core

I abandoned all that I loved, roared:
This is who I am, who I was meant to be!
proud and mighty as an ancient oak,
till axe met tree and only one remained
victorious. Me.

I proclaimed to all my greatness,
my infallibility. I came first and last
and all points in-between. No room
for others.

But I wasn't mean.
One has to have heart to be mean.
I was heartless.

Then an icy blast of frost,
a tempest of wind. With one crack
I fell to kiss the forest floor,
to rot forgotten.

Now I'm content eating worms. No teeth,
no remembrance of who I once was,
a sob coming from empty depths,
O Zmitri!

© Kåre Enga [169.111] 30 september 2012

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