Verbs Simile And Metaphor

I got used to being a verb usually transitive of course holding lovers, moving mountains rushing about banging into things I was never the subject or object I was the action the falling not the tears the speaking not the speech I was a simile in motion like a river charging like a bull weeping like a child but then it happened as it must the intransitive came upon me I sat, I stopped, I lay I became a metaphor the thing itself the call of the bird the rose in the vase the chill in the autumn air the frozen ice on the pond I am intransitive I sleep I am a metaphor of age a relic I am death I am intransitive I die