what parts of you
have been put to the side
in this new landscape
where the river divides
the past years recessing
while the future grips ahead
has old news been repeated
to your long distant eyes
worn out from contagion
with your beaten lungs
drowning in seclusion
without the agony of surprise
catching your breath
on a bad days best smog
while relief from anxiety
has been eaten up from hope
replaced by bold bruises
dragging weeds up from sand
the sky cracks open rarely
to let the acid burn through
cleanse out all the mistaken
the lost can still lose more
until our bones are exposed
was god always so relentless