It starts to pull us down
Before we're even born
While still within colloidal fluids
floating as a mass of forming flesh
It's pulling down on us
And when finally, our mothers, weary
Spill us out on our own
It pulls on us as we are born
It will be tuggin at us
from there on
As time goes by
And cartlidge fuses into bone
The force is constant
To take us home
The force that soared and
Reached for Sun and Stars
Is held at bay
Pegged to the ground
At middle age, our buttock sag
Cheeks grow gaunt and long
And bloated bellies pull toward the ground
It's not diet,
Big-boned, genetic,
Being flat-footed,
Or saturated fats
Not face lifts
Or tummy tucks
Deter it
Not face lifts
Or tummy tucks
Deter it
It's mass and weight
Fighting the downward drag
And then, when bones can't bear the weight
And we grow old and short,
And like Prufrock
We'll wear our trousers rolled
We'll lie inert, succumb to the pull
And the lifelong tug
Of Mother Earth...
Its Gravity...
Will pull us down to her
And we'll return
