A Poem by River Dempsey
Most Eloquently Composed Upon the Occasion of Hector Dupaix’s Ill-Tongued Reproach of Those Esteemed Individuals Who, in Their Exercise of Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness, Have Chosen to Identify in the Likeness of Hoses; Addressing Such Maligning as an Offense to Reason and Nature, and Rendering in Verse the Defense of So Noble a Comparison as May Be Found Between the Human Form and the Hose.
This work is humbly dedicated to the betterment of Humanity, in the Year of Our Lord, 2024, under the gaze of stars eternal and with the hope that hearts may soften to the truth of our essence.
I am a hose,
Simple and plain,
Stretching in silence, under sun, under rain.
From one end, things flow—
Ideas, emotions, water, words
Through twists and turns,
All things emerge.
You see, we are alike,
You and I.
Taking in, we digest, we carry, we let fly.
What enters, we hold,
For moments or miles,
Then out it goes,
In bursts or in whiles.
Sometimes, I leak,
A crack in my side,
But who among us has not tried to hide
The overflow, the tear, the gap in the seam?
Yet still I channel, still I stream.
And like you,
I connect what’s distant,
A bridge for the flow, from source to mouth.
We are conduits of what we take in,
Expelling the waste, the joy, the sin.
At my core, a vessel I be—
But isn’t that what it means to be free?
To take in the world, to let it pass through,
A process that shapes both me and you.
We are all hoses,
Bound by our task,
To carry, to filter, to empty at last.
And though we may coil, and stretch out too far,
We ought to know the truth of who we are.
A hose, a human, we are the same,
Receiving, releasing, again and again.
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