Hobble

My graves began yawning. Shackled at birth,til death. Your life's worth. Cut me down, wrapped me up. Buried me deep, ankles first. I'll get my chain, before it comes round again: Pain, a life of pain. Oh no. Here we go, round and.round again. I'll clean every black link. Wash between the greyed lines. Pull the charred ends back together. And die for what's mine. I'll swing it over my bowed head. Then wrap it round my bloodied ears. Who can number your forms? Gather them to sleep, surround them and dare the inner life of a god But I'm packaged in steel. Dark clinging black ore. It's my head,I can't feel. Each link helps me drift farther and farther. For what are we that matters among the graveyards and nebulas of intergalactic chatter Did we.come for nothing? Were we not summoned? For what are we that matters? Among the graveyards.