GANGRENE
Determined I am I want
to die. The lasting promise
of light and air has run out.
I am done. The sounds of
May's meadow will not
hold me here, and it's all
too long to wait for now.
All the small steps leading
downward have been
prepared,the stone is set,
the masons have gone home.
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So then, who will be leading
this charge? Some horsemen
intent upon a medical leave?
Jackals jumping from horses
at their high rates of speed?
Smack, and smash, on the
wooded path; breezy and
agile, and just as fast.
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