December 10, 2013


Out in the cold 
we briefly shiver,
before sliding
into the seething pool,
steam rising,
hearts pumping, 
we're cleansed,
easily fooled.

Everyone says
the water's fine,
looking for a youth
left far behind.
Like lobsters eased
into the boiling pot,
pulled from the darkness
where they thrive,
we're dropped 
into the cauldron,
still alive.