Some mornings I feel bad for those who had
to die for me to waste away
Anatolian and Achaean
Andorian and Orion
all due to the creep of those first
wounds we fight hard to not turn brittle
or snap and for a while I wondered
if it was all some psycho-sexual
game fueled by the misery of others
or perhaps the two were
really one troll who knows
maybe it was a bad
day that happened every day in
all caps I can’t say but I will
other animals 