Look at these legs
Look at their thighs and calves
The right one's birthmark.
Look at their feet
Their bones
Their brokenness
Look at their pain
As they walk
As they twist along flat ground
As they stiffly extend with each step
As they slowly trod
Look at these white lines
These many lines
Crossing over each other
Many, many times.
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
