// Cadaver -3 //

//Cadaver-3//

I accept or reject,
refuge or refute,
I am stuck somewhere
in between
the cranks
of a clock.



That is something huge,
but hasn’t ticked for years,
where I am crossed
as if a junk screw
and stopped the machine sounding

That is something circular
but has been bedded for years
where I am crushed
as if a hunk
and stopped an automation .




for years
I tuck
for years
I talk
and years
shoulder a body as if a cross
across the time
across the space,
I burble the last story
remained unfinished
when coughed..

er..or sighed??