The Day After

Perhaps after all it’s a relief to lose.

But keep an eye on the pie facing a blade.

The skilled tradesman can wield a shrill blade.

No one’s hunger can compete with scarcity.

A scarce supply of high fiber foods.

Predictable diseases slow the body.

The body flexes as it grows fatigued.

I believed others believed what I believed.

Faith caterwauls belief through broken streets.

The body cries itself to thunder raining.

Rain spatters the pavement thick with tar and tracks.

We are telling ourselves lies about belief. 

Who can believe the myth of giving in?

It cannot be a relief not to win.