Power Restored

It cuts.

Wind.

To the vein.

Wire.

Blood pressure

Pumps.

Water.

Spurts.

A shot

Pops.

In the darkness.

Air in

Thumps into my stomach.

Air out

Presses behind my skull

Oxygen

Openings. Hollowness.

Carbon Dioxide

Grinding. Trimming.

Wrong spaces occupied

Conforming. Confirmation.

A broken promise

Of life alongside.

Bent.

On another side.

Twisted.

The other side.

Broken.

A fever.

It’s heat that fuels the storm

Only to run away.

Ire returns.

But only to my veins.

And the wires to tick the clock

Blade by grinding blade

Limbs run cold.

Cleansing cuts

“Too big.”

Repair the lines

“Shouldn’t have planted them there.”

Angled, interesting fingers

Clipped

Dirt stained nails. Rough bark.

Chunked

Imagining diverse futures

Flat stumps.

Over long horizons

Flat fields.

"Do we owe them?"

No

"For the corn?"

No

Some plants matter more

Than others.

Sameness today.

Restores power.

Won’t heal

Electricity revives function

Our chronic ailment.

“Take it all.”

Tomorrow.

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