Metamorphosis At the Prague Zoo
One morning there I stood before
Its cold cage, transfixed by nightmare
Chills then sweats, pacing back and forth,
An anxious pale imitation
Of Groucho Marx, so frenetic.
I have become his giant white
Arctic self watching me become
Him, listening to the ice melt
Drip by quick drip, painful to hear,
A relentless metronome that
Cannot keep time from doing what
Time does. Become liquid. Leak.
Until I am a bear no more.
© Bruce Morton
Bruce Morton splits his time between Montana and Arizona. His poems have most recently appeared in Main Street Rag, Halfway Down the Stairs, Blue Unicorn, Ibbetson Street Review, Grey Sparrow Journal, and Corvus Review. He was formerly Dean of Libraries at Montana State University.