En-tailed

A life that knows no end,

fettered to immortality

scraping along

the floorboards of eternity

Or the joys that know

no bounds

or reasons to tide

A jewel besequined in gilt

or pure gold dripping

life's moments

The irony of being alive

or the unrealised destiny

of unbecoming the vile

No, not a matter of choice

but what you truly rejoice-

being a human

or a simian with tail severed?

To scamper about

the tree of life

Less nimble than when

the evolution had you

en-tailed

to simpler prospects,

unencumbering enough

for the unsettling pate.