A Scento Poem

 
You can pluck a chicken, gut it fast.
​​It is very valuable. It is one hundred percent certain
Out there, they are walking and they are talking
Strong and contained, until the tweet

Old age is a disguise, the hard outside, the soft inside
Time, I know
Will you come?
And where, pray tell, will you go to from here?

Remember the sky that you were born under,
Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
The years are slow to pass, heavy-footed.

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(Based upon poems by: Kate Gale, Taije Silverman, Tony Barnstone, Chairf Shanahan, Stanley Plumlee, Zeina Hasim Beck, Edward Thomas, Paul Mariani, Joy Harjo, Seamus Heaney, Rudyard Kipling, Jenny Xie)