the poison that swallows you
the agony that springs from your thumbs
the maze of bodies inescapable
It's enough to make you drink yourself
your own fluids
pour a glass
take a deep breath in disgust
try not to wring your hands
or crack your knuckles
remember to be small
to hide inside yourself
watch for the rhino's horn
do not expect understanding
but maybe one day it will come
in waves
or even a sudden downpour
we may never know what the three hummingbirds
fought over
but one day
I will collect their
tiny feathers
and hold them in my hands
