Scrape (Notevember 2022, #18)

Soft, smooth, swaddled
All dressed up and ready to grow
Same procedure as last year
And they will learn, yet again,
how willing you are to bleed,
scrape, shred, shear and shed
to become sharp
You are all velvet until you’re not
Not by deceit, but by necessity
It was always going to be
in your nature
Why, they sure seem willing to help you along
in your familiar change
But awfully uneasy with the consequences
The head that wears the crown
is less so
Heavy is your charge
Harrowing your bellow
May you find your mark again this year
They really ought to know you better by now
– but I’m glad they don’t
A revelation, as always
As always, godspeed
and thank you for the entertainment.