the bitter bitten

[gilgamesh]

a shade of the swamp is all that remains.
sunken below the mire of the self.

curse my glib tongue, fool of fools,
sanctimoniously ejecting me from paradise on its whim.
for every infernal journey i endure and succeed in,
it tears me down with its unknowing tools.

am i the careless clown, or the calculative fox?
have i been held in disdain from the beginning?
knocked away from the sweet light, only
to have providence drive a spiteful spear into my side?