Afterall the fatique despues
the visions blended from
a myriad of testaments
and
still after that
but in the before
where a silent witness
that is me and not me
because you said so,
I look entirely different
frowning and sluggish
more barren
than Zahkariah's woman
perched near a stove
and her dirty floors,
no one knows
this pain
quite like I do. Not a soul
but the before me knows
anything at all
has happened
between the many days
that measure the building
of the pyramid
where entombed is my heart
still beating
down there in the dark
but just barely.
