Uniform Motion I Was Crushed By A Forty-foot Man
I was crushed by a forty-foot man. I didn't understand. I didn't see his
hand.
I saw the cracks in the palm of his hand, as he squashed my head, as the
soulless giant said…
I was lost in the cruelest of realms, when I saw your print and the little
drops of ink,
that you left by the side of the road, where the elephants rode, where the
orphan birds were sold.
I will follow your scent to the end, to the end of this page, to the start
of my old age.
And when the souls in the know concur, I will eat your stress and we'll be
done with this mess.
