scratching and clawing my way to the summit... the grail
shaky ground, clutching desperately to the symbol... the representation
to my right a murky concrete pool of stagnant holy water
surface polluted with mosquitoes and maggots... squirming
confining, cramped, gripped with fear of the dizzy heights
the descent is made, rickety ladders and platforms... a baffling maze
hit the ground running, dark muddy trail along the edge of some black trees
in the immediate distance the edge of the forest a dog guarding
the entrance to the looming sunlit cemetery... chain link fence
unable to see if the gates are open, aware of an approaching assailant
suddenly on a different road- oily gravel lane attacker violently bumps me repeatedly
dressed in black, wavy black hair, thick black eyebrows shield dead black eyes
holding gord downie feeling his pain, anger and anguish... finding it too much
wanting to scream and break the hold of this unbearable embrace
but realizing it's me I'm holding- desperate to cry the tears that never appear
buried so deeply- unclear if they're even there at all... seeking release...
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