A Magpie Tale

You have peeled my covering.  Each random gnawing exposes a raw piece of my lead interior.  The true character of my wooden soul’s existence is drowned in a sea of soldier’s whose differences are only ranked by file and number. One cannot see hidden within the depths of my sealed vessel lies my greatest attribute.  The very pinnacle of my existence lies upon the dregs of yesterday’s cup that is far spent.  I am filled with ability. I am crowned with anticipation.  I am ready to be chosen.  I will write and my finest hour will be that one moment when my head is laid to rest upon the scribbled thoughts and I sweep. A forced downward brushing leaving behind the red dusty fragments upon the page of time.  The final point is made. The errors erased.  

I return.