These flashes are the only lighthouses
to know my flesh still clung onto my bones
and the pounding is not of butcher’s knife
So I lay, engraving my another breath
adding one more to thousands
till they are just nature’s attrition
in someone’s collection of extinct artifacts
and surrounds me, the incense lifted of the dust
with each cross over the gravel
this earth mingled with rain is becoming more of me
Ah! hear those pattering over my song
of tiny pellets soaking in the skin,
the only clothing I wear,
sheding to elements
this melody honours me,
and with each mark I come close
to the mark I won’t draw