the well -

Glazed and wired on this strangest day

Choking on everything in me

Scraping the tar from the garden walls

This duty frightens me

Deep the well

Deeper still the weight of my descent

Torrid waters emerge

An acrid feast of sparrows drowning

And in twilight hours

It hopes to dream of restful places

Weeping as one

The rain is all we have

All we have

Vultures fanning me

With their hungry shadows

They cannot hear the ticking inside my head

So they bury me just the same

Deep the well

Deeper still the weight of my descent

Filling, surrounding me

I too, become

The well

I too