I see lines that divide my skin
the dark from the less dark.
Today was never today, no charcoal
for the lips to touch, no earth to kiss
no smoke to soak my bones
no bed to rest my soul, just another flag
and no pole to hoist my colours;
they are proud but worn (wrinkled).
It has rained gray since dawn
the air is wet paper, torn
jagged, with every car, man, dog,
every step upon the blacktop.
I am the sludge upon the side walk
the crunch of dirt, gravel, leaf,
under unforgiving heel,
the grate of cranium against stone
I am every moment you are alone
in a room made of colour and loss.
Today was never today
it rained long, before I was born
And long after, I am put to sleep
like a broken horse.