LIVING JISM

you wear your damage like a badge
you
wave
some
ancient 
event 
like a battle banner

when you did this / did that
that time at
band camp - whatever

when you nearly died / when you nearly lived
stuck 
like
a polished shield / a war medal
on
a dead rock face
justifying
your
empty
boots
and dull life

youre
just like us all - living jism
helpless
and
all day waiting
for
the sweetness of laying the used bones down at night

but
you cant accept your bland position in the chaos
in 
the working mush 
and the city mould

thats
all

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