A Familiar Imagined Antagonist
Matthew Canning
The bricks have all fallen
And now you're a mess
The same helpless pile of needs that you were when you entered this world
This world
How could you not have a place in your own world?
We would drag ourselves until we bled
But where were you when I swore I'd never whisper again?
In this world
How could you not be a god in your own world?
Eyes down
Soft spine
Mud jaw
This is a test
Floor stare
Worn knees locked tight
All volition spent
Eyes down
Earn it
Lead with your head
Look at us now
What a strange time to be alive