in the shower,
wash away the weight of human failings—
the limits of us who
love like breaking rocks
on an anvil:
hard, loud,
utterly unnecessary,
yet relentless,
until destruction is complete.
no more hammer,
no more hand,
no more stone,
no more anvil,
no more handle to grasp—
nothing left to pound.
so dangerous the way we live;
no wonder we all die.
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