To the Survival of Lizards

To the Survival of Lizards

Call me

Narcissus for I complain

of being lonely

call me what I miss

whatever it is

call me lizard and arrogant  

nightmare on your blood moon

your itch to destroy

the indestructible

faces of important men.

Call me diseased

with problems of original sin

because of my worries

call me your myth of father

and son

your determination

in the most conceited image

within me

for I am you

in your most moral

assumptions

scuttling through the cracks

created to admit me

in your living rooms

my honor

comes with your hate

by imitation

and your refusal

to live on.