To wear a man as a yolk
'cross my shoulders
My steps slow,
The load becomes too heavy
I hated it.
This is what is meant to be, I thought
What it all means...
Without, I a empty and alone,
     Right?
           Right?
I fall to my knees, and then to my hands.
From there, it is but a short distance,
Slowly settling down to the breast of the earth.
I press my brow to the moist soil,
With an ancient, wearied sigh

I sleep for years this way
A layer of moss across my cheek,
Saplings root into my scalp
And grow to mature trees
A small spring welled up beside me,
On the eroding banks,
My hand tumbled over and in.
It has become somewhat amphibious, I think
The giant, melted into her own landscape,
Full of inertia,
Full of dilute acid
Dreaming of being awake.