Cruel Calculus


Morning's cruel calculus

masticates my  velocity,

spitting out all my carbon and phosphorus

degrading body to


for body's sake.


In that foggy hour drive

the lists are listing my resolve

to a spinning, whirling, buzzing hive

where reason bows to terrors


terrors' child.


Gasping for a breath of air

There's all this me under duress

Pinned and struggling, a jagged tear

Not a hand, eye, nor foot

but a

panting mouth.


And yet you heal the sickend mind

You silence the accusing throng

And sever all the biting binds

Saving one from a grave

by your

proffered grave.