But Do They Bite?

We move in time
As do all poems,
As does each line,
But is that life?

Life gnaws on time.
Life gnaws on lives.
Life lays time waste,
Adds waste to time,

And life makes us,
Made names for time,
Waste, life, which move
And change, as us.

But is that life?
We want to be.
We want to eat,
Lay waste. We’ll see.