When you use a plastic claw

 When you use a plastic claw

And kick against friction on the floor

Just to get your socks on

And that’s the morning’s pinnacle.

When the sight of someone walking,

Unaided with sticks or a frame,

Just anyone walking anywhere

And that seems like a marvelous miracle

When putting dead veg on a compost heap

After another restless night’s sleep

Is a epic that’s almost biblical

When your faculties start to fade and fall

One after another like skittles in a line

And you tell yourself that it’s really all fine

Because these things are all cyclical

You could come back another time

As bird or beast or fish or slime

Or go to heaven or hell or nowhere at all

You might then know if myths are mythical.