DONE PLAYING IN THE MUCK

 

The tree needs wind to grow just like

I need suffering to know, this is

A suffering hell-cell but suffering

gives me health, being well.

 

For twenty years I’ve been digging

Up the past, my memory is in the dirt

And I’m the last, to know.

 

Even then I don’t know if it’s true

No children, wife. Childhood to reboot

All I know is down in the roots, the wind

Is suffering humankind.

 

It twists and morphs into my mind, in-

fantile.