Metamorphosis
BY: A.J.M Smith (1902-1980)

This flesh repudiates the bone
With such dissolving force,
In suck a tumult to be gone,
Such longing for divorce,
As leaves the livid mind no choice
But to conclude at last
That all this energy and poise
Were but designed to cast
A richer flower from the earth
Surrounding its decay,
And like a child whose fretful mirth
Can find no constant play,
Bring one more transient form to birth
And fling the old away.