I have listened blank faced as you have bitched
precious lifelong traumas hauled
across blowing fields

dreams speak of a sink
a wrist peppered red
people screaming downstairs
You would never wear a tie
except for this occasion

back to back we assemble ourselves
root through our toolbox together
snatch the appropriate gear before
the other gets it

history according to each of us:
yours a battlefield
mine a blank book buried in soil

the core glows
touched through a tunnel once
yellow fingered I was forced to withdraw
removal would mean
such a different life