Internal

Internal

Distance where the old operatives scarred tight pull

sealed the different the same steps of lost parts lead

on and over the steady traffic the steady state worn

Sense of the what’s left among the furrows the seed said

the seed grew wet mashed sour grey together was never

thrown seasons shrivelled in the filled ditches of the dead

The year drawn pressed in squashed face down full

masked crushed until it’s deleted on the blank air

a steep slope dropped off this indifferent coast

Nothing the feeling weak disjointed will be emptied

wave the sky bleeds time dredged and hands crawled

claw the sculpture unable to grip clay unable to guess

The face it was where it used to press through the tar

oiled failed to gain any more has churned out of habit

oxygen and breath itself self strained chest the same

white bone chewed statues broken limbs left across

poured fields twitched staggered sinking into days

scored shit puddle chase nose to tail gurning dogs

Dragging their spirits behind them