It’s very subtle, you know,
being slowly taken apart
as a person living in the
world along fault lines,
and being carved up into
pieces that are wrapped
in different paper bags.

Even at home, the invisible
lines are drawn and cross
over the body and soul to
hack off bits that do not
fit the order that suits those
who assume the right of control.

And when out, the heart no
longer beats and the empty space
that once was thick with blood
becomes the echo chamber for
striking and striking the midnight
knell the rings out in despair.

 

27/7/2024