Sorrow of living

free verse

bold sky above stony land. I took the picture.

Sorrow of living
starting again to devour,
open jaw,
insatiable as the hunger of Minotaur.
Of impure virgins.

Unspeakable pain
starting again to visit.
Heart and pores,
gut and back
mushy ankles, yielding at every step.
A lurking wringing
reverberating until the marrow.

Fear of living
thundering in the fibers,
strives and tears tissue.
No iron is good.
The encrusted plate with limestone
excludes to steam its essence:
softening,
sweetening,
heating.