Live Strong?
As If We Could Live Weak!
Plucking rocks from our skin.
Parrying Boulders With Steel Grapples Or Thumbs,
Buckets Or Tines.
But there’s a weakness –
In becoming normalized to pain,
Or existing in such constant “divine” suffering.
Stony Stoic Exteriors,
That belie invisible tears in our hearts.
None Of You Have Any Fucking Idea Who We Were, Or Who We Have Now Become.
