this is untrue

not necessary

the sun is in my eyes; I glare back

 

what was given is unguarded but what is

Mine will not be taken

take your fingers from my face

 

I came

here alone: I remain

unmoved

 

a flat earth, full of cowboys

hard men, six feet junder

a mythic phallusy, walking dead

 

and you, your flesh is waxen

eyes are cold, your movements stiff

if you can stand it, stand your ground

 

but show me life

or I swear

I’l bury you