FEAT
time is a tendon
from hanging all
my alveolus heart has amassed
slipshod and bruising
gangly and protruding
bent and misshapen,
wild with beautiful pain
a push and a lift we
is this answering
to the sun the one
and constant question
a repurposed shame
the kettle, cups
and from desk or table
a wiped-clean and clear plane
prayer is the setting of place for other
one thought given to another
the self a sinking station
’neath this heavy and
floating chain
a lurching freight of history
the century’s horror
clarion
temple bells of duty
ring
from this beat body
a dogged soldier-wisdom
reclaiming the dignity
to become again
love
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