Was Then, Am Now by Lindsay McLeod

I rolled that grain deliberately

between thumb and forefinger



triggered by the blood and bone

of the destinate stampede



in spite of the howls of those who

have tasted the differences on me.



I continue to pay dues given me

by broken beings in my infancy



when I dared from their tradition

just to wear a different stripe.

About the Poet:

Lindsay McLeod’s poetry can be found online easily enough and appears most

 recently in AS IT OUGHT TO BE, BACKCHANNELS and CACTI FUR. 

Lindsay lives by the Port in South Australia with his cattle dog, Mary.