Kerri Shying R #339 - Sleep

Sleep

I can feel my bones

my tiny splits of wrist

      bones  fiery  spinning

striking midnight

      thigh bones

heavy with deep blows

It is the ends   the centres            

 not the same place

 twice   forever   banging

 on the pot lid

 beside my knees unload

the truck of steel bars 

drop the dolly      clatter

be the industry

of pain              tell me

smile