Oh hell
now is that time
to accept
the grain of defeat
it bullies its way to the surface
of my naiveness.
You can only
hurry yourself
arms flayed
raised
exposing the
rib
towards a wreck.
Allowing vulnerability
to waft beneath
your own protective
cage.
Innards they
no longer burst
I burst.
Because you can
suck
the sap of a tree
so long as it
has not been tapped
and all signs
they point
to nutrients
lost
there is no life
now.
Oh hello?
Is anyone
anything actually
in there?
I’m knocking at the perimeter
of your bark
tapping it
looking to penetrate that
soft bit.
All I seem to
come up with
the knots.
