erosion takes away
the parts of the earth
that used to matter
leaving us with useless
bits of rock and sand
and dust
expecting us to
create something useable
out of its trash

bits of glass hide
in our feet
and every time we
take a step
we don't even
realize we're bleeding

the remnants of
tortoise shells
secretly pave
a path to follow
leading to the
place where I will die

my tombstone is
already carved
from the skull of
my greatest foe
and it waits for me
on the other side

peeling skin
shreds from
the bottoms of my feet

I have lived too long

But once I'm
in the ground
everything I've
told you
will be
disregarded