dispersing from the kiln
came the hurt
came the heat
a scarred soldier in chills
quivering silently upon defeat
bitterness spared no time
in chiseling mountains on his back
rough,
rough angles
the pain scorching such retched
misery
raised and guarded were the bumps
growling with beastly expressions
no sight
could bear the sight
of my lover kin
not even me
for shame I was to look away
to greet the silent space
between us
the boy hung by strained
adulterated faith
