12-29-2010, 04:32 AM
Not sure I understand the title, but this is a sweet and funny poem, made excellent by a unique simile. I've probably heard it before, but not in this context. The only change I would have made is to put that last line first, as the half rhyme in the words "scab" and "back" would, I think, have made a more rounded ending, making the poem more complete.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe