What Am I


Of the meanings,
I never asked,
but she told a story,
about a man,
a man who,
went looking for what,
I know not.

First to Ohio,
the man went,
there to ask for what,
I know not,
‘Boat men’ he called out,
not an answer,
for on the Ohio river,
“Boat men dance,
boat men sing,
boat men,
most do anything….”
the man left,
he couldn’t stand it.

Second to Scotland,
there he met,
the bagpipers,
leading a ritual,
the song playing,
must have been,
so popular,
for everyone,
joined in,
“You'll take the high road,
 and I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye….”
the man left,
he couldn’t stand it.

Third to Africa,
there he met,
a people,
trying to get,
the children,
to sleep,
who could,
blame the children,
lala Kahle lullaby,
is other than,
a lullaby,
“In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight
In the jungle, the quiet jungle
The lion sleeps tonight – ho, ho!”
the man left,
he couldn’t stand it.

The man,
then decided,
to ask the woman,
about the riddle,
My story and my identity
 are craved material,
Over and above who, how, what, when, where, why, which,
 all Kipling's yards am I,
Now a peril to all who engorge themselves on me,
Enabling empires to rise but in my absence is doom,
You and I are yet to know how 'Bad Ass' I can be!”

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