one carries
is grave
when each and every step
buries
itself
deep in phantom pain
leaving severe cracks
in amputated
bones
fragile
from leaping splintered tracks
devoid of limbs and lungs
consuming those
whose nerves grow
beyond the bounds of bodies
there is only this valley but one can
choose a slightly different direction
devoid of limbs and lungs
consuming those
whose nerves grow
beyond the bounds of bodies
there is only this valley but one can
choose a slightly different direction
and listen to rain
it washes faces and dilutes some pain
