Intestinal Fortitude--
Do they see?
Tired hands held tight
Holding shamefully the bowels of burden,
One false step
A great exodus of Suffering.
Do they see
The chains that bind
Unseen but for the raw and the chaffed
One feeble step
Reveals the ridges and the grooves
Which then begin to spill.
Frantically, maddeningly,
Hand over hand working against
the bloody deluge
Until exhaustion reveals a grotesque and
most desperate picture.
A silent bell
That rings in anguish,
With only tired hands held tight
As my salvation.