The peacock

I swathe my claws and scaled ugly stiff feet
beneath the japanese fan of my florescent tail
whose blinking myriad eyes, stir every eyes
to themselves, reducing me to their shadow.
Just what's a tail has become a cynosure
that struts in the zoo before i myself arrive
and is always put first, sealed to exclude me,
betraying me to a stranger, I'm forced to live.
It has denied me a life, this young sibling-
it has to be taken care of, if it has eaten
and is properly primped and groomed.
Consumed with jealousy, my vanity like my eyes
drop to the ground and feel regret much have I
placed in my sweeping train of feathers
and less in my head. How I envy the slug
that carries contentment not shell
mindless of its nudity, gaze inward turned
to what truly lives and its quest is but
a thin shaft of light, not spot light.!



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2026-06-01 at 01:18

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