My Broken Body
Copyright 2024 by Michael Walker
My broken body
The feet like knives
The shoulder
Throbbing
The deep well of
Constant
Coughing
I will never obtain
The spices I was
After
Never see
India
Or
China
The Silk Road
With its
Soft touch
And
Breezes
No epiphany
No peace
The spirit is willing
But the flesh
The flesh
Is weak.
Oh yes