****** of juggernaut
  impedance of a
     baby Jesus
Fingernails on
       My back
like climbing up
a broken staircase
in my memory
  a meat market
for you
any cut you vvant
like algebra
lining
   a chalkboard
There are many
steps
to traverse
  then tumble
     dovvn
until the last
of our fluid
escapes the chaos
of our hands