This day is the anniversary,
Another anniversary
Of my arrival on this farm
Where farmers farm,
Harvest
And afterward
Slump into sleep
Starved,
While
Pets in the manor mansion
Feed on pleasant food.
This day is another anniversary
Yet
I see no sirens
To signal this day,
Nor singers to serenade me.
I see no hangers-on
Hurrying to hug me
And hum the hackneyed cant,
“Congratulations”.
I see no cards
With flowers adorned,
I hear no eulogy from the clergy.
