George

It is the worst type of humiliation.
What I am subjected to.
I, who am older than time.
I, who have lived on this Island for
longer than they have,
since before they were born.
They who walk so hastily on
two thin limbs, cast in
flesh flimsier than the
petals of a
flower.
I am as slow, as sure,
as sturdy as a stone.
I am older than time.

And yet,
they control me.
Because I am old,
and slow, and alone.
How can I be such a
novelty, when I am as
old as a stone?
Yes they feed me,
bring me water to
drink, but did I not
survive without them,
since the dawn of time?
And what's so wrong
with being alone?
(Why won't they leave me
alone?)

They bring me
female after female.
They coax me into it,
they cajole me into it,
to no avail, of course,
and the females mock me.
They all mock me.
Too old, they say.
Too tired. Impotent.
Ignorant youths!
To them, there is
nothing more important than
sex. Their lives revolve
around that primal urge.
That rush of blood
to the head.

All means nothing,
to me.
I am as still as a
stone.
I am older than the
sea.
I need
nothing,
and
no one.

And I don't
care,
if my seed is not
sown.
I don't care
if there is
never another
George because
that is a foolish,
human thing
to want for.

I older than the
trees and
carved
from
stone.

I am the
Last Giant Tortoise
and I'll
bloody
die
alone.