Legacy Awakens

they writhe under my skin
like worms in the muck
after a rainstorm,
squirming to get out onto the sidewalk

burrowing down from my brain
they've taken my bones;
want new bones,
stronger ones

hands in my back
pushing,
always pushing
waiting for the day
I sprout wings

six wings,
three pairs,
one for each;
laying claim
to my skeleton
and what it is to become

not long now
before muscle follows bone
and skin follows sinew
a year or two, tops
before legacy awakens
and a man can sprout wings
from the hands in his back

-mine