Burying the Stoics
All the holes I dug wiped out and opened up. Body parts thrown beyond my eye line and me in no humour to go collect. There’s a ringing in my ears. It’s been this way since it started. Though fading, it remains difficult to hear them calling for assistance. Accumulation and relocation is what’s required but why am I the only one doing all the work? Yes, my appendages are still attached but my bones are soft and I’m tired of hauling all these bits and pieces on my back, trying to keep it all together. What’s the point anyway? They’ll just drop another one tonight, the ground will shake and all my hard work from the day will be undone. I wish they’d get on with it, drop the big one. Disintegration. There’s no coming back from that! And if there is… I ‘aint cleaning it up.
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