the long sigh
followed by the inhale.
counting the days with breath.
walking up hills of sands.
almost home but then another
summit.
the summits of sins.
or the summits of sisyphus.
my heavy talents a ball of dung.
punished for trying.
rolling down on the sands of time.
sandman pouring the grit from a
broken hourglass.
but to give up is to die.
to live a lie.
ever onward the journey ends.
the final breath and final thought.
also a sigh, a question of why.
the puppet master with a wicked
twinkle in unkind eye.
make me dance, kick out my feet
break me down to bended knee.
but i’ll not kiss the hand of fate.
however hard the choice i make.
i’ll grind on and on
every day.
i’ll grind my bones to flour,
i’ll never pray. i’ll use my time
if only as beggar’s pay.