Like a prisoner on haunches
Folds of physicality attempt to shirk their station
Shake loose skeletal shackles
Wriggle into wrinkle cracks and crevices
Escape snaking sinews
Veins made serpentine by writhing underneath
Keeping calm and carrying the weight of the world
The weight of dust to dust.
Atop the ball and chain vertabrae
And ashen pallour cheeks
Sunken under eye bag bunkers
Ribbed cage imprisonment
The insect on my back
I am the prisoner.
I march and weatherbeat
And drag my links around the yard