etching through these woods

a slave to all thought when you see it fit as i am

now ouch, what was that

it grazed my arm-

walk walk walk, “well isn’t this a fair road”

taking in all the_ around me

reveling in in in

what the-

arm cut across horizontally and screaming

bicep bursting black blood bleeding blistering and i’m bawling,

it all falls to the ground

wrapped around me now i love when the warm is so close

and tightly hugging me until i love it too much

when i’m completely white and it is red the color of love-

but i’m so fooled and when i’m dying,

i only show two thirds of my patriotism