equal ground

pedestalic pride 
my eyes 
they strain to make out
the figure formed up high.

i wondered how
your plastic stand
could hold the heavy heart
you dragged behind,

i forget,
you left it at the bottom,
with your bleach and turpentine.

yet it weighs down,
the soil around,
your sinking ground.

like a kettle tipping
you flinch at the heat.
but you know it’s too late.
your hand breaks the steaming stream,
scalded and burned,

we stand side by side
not as comrades
but at mercy to the same fate
the same wait we’ve made
the years we’ve been alive.

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