sick and feeble and
slinking
away from all i had known
i looked back at time and
wondered
i wondered where
the beginning had
gone
and
i wondered why
everything always
was new-
begun.
my bones felt
like matchsticks
under a blazing sun.
i curled myself upon
rock
as if
i could truly
shade
the ground.
the only
left
thing
was the bone
and the blood--
the rest i
shed
like a breath
the rest i
shed
like a breath
the rest i
shed
like a breath