Romans
just one failure to watch
one fateful soft misstep
can bring a building down
cause chaos to erupt
i looked around for someone
i’m still not certain whom
relief flooded my chest
when i found myself alone
now twilight turns to darkness
it grows brighter all around
the streetlights burn into my eyes
violent and without sound
i sit beneath my tree and in
my neck a stiffness grows
blood smeared on my arm where a
mosquito moved too slow
the berries drip with viscera
red and glistening in the dark
i send a whisper your way and
i hope it hits its mark
my bread is tough and bitter
the berries still are sweet
i linger here a while, content
but hesitant to eat
i heave my basket from the ground
and walk beyond the light
i lift a berry to my mouth
about to take a bite.
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