28.01.2023

Have you seen these

Slight bones of mine?

Riddled and porous with disease

You may think of them as

Well buried treasure, 

(I'm sure that even the worms wait with bated breath!) 

I may be pieced together with

pins, screws

Even staples in places

But I'll tell you something about this broken body :

I have stolen the mantle of Atlas,  

And granted Sisyphus leave from his labours

And you 

You look at me as though the weight of your discomfort alone should knock me over.