05 December 2012

For Jimmy

It becomes too heavy for one person 
on the back on the arm
across the shoulders

Sometimes not as heavy 
as awkward
but sometimes 

Well sometimes heavy too
until it cuts into the chest to bleed
begging to be unpacked

The contents secret
and in the water it does not 
float but drags like stone.

Cover me at the bottom.
Put sand over my mouth.
Sing until I do not speak. 
Until I cannot hear.

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