Pats and Pushes

Hands folded
Neck stiff
Untold storm
Unbroken edifice and a fist
swung swift

What glistens
among misted gut
dispatches insistence that swallowing soot
still satisfies
So hollow the foot
with boots filled, set aside in the sinking
Sit and simmer on stove until you know what I’m thinking

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