Winced holes that give
gift of sight. In mercy:
don a patch
for the third eye.
And, of course:
enjoy the ration
Breathe in deeper now and just: hold.
No hope now. So just sit and pray
for an exhale, and when it finally arrives,
Try to ignore the awesome sense
at the end of the sigh,
but you’re already high
on siphoning the blood and dancing
in the twisting, squirming
entrails, so just buck up and breathe
in for keeps once again.