sink your broad blunt metal tooth into
dirt and stones and later rocks and clay
disregard birds chirps and swells of nearby vehicles
rumbling and washing past, out of sight
mouthfuls of mud split and tumble beneath my weary steel,
rocks clang woefully when struck pinning grief to me
much as sweat pins my clothes to unwashed skin
blisters develop relentlessly as friction dictates
the relationship between hands and wooden shafts
face equally salty and sticky but tears are responsible
some drip after running their course of cheeks and chins
finding a home amongst clay infused mud, thick like brownies
part of me will go with you.
tooth no longer sinks easily, winter scares even steel
vaguely rectangle hole looks surprisingly inviting, but small.
cardboard box with lion chocolate bar branding embellished upon it
is placed as carefully as i’ve ever placed anything
so carefully placed.
