Broken Equivalents

time's tired apostles crawl into their soiled beds.

ragged souvenirs in an ongoing apocalypse.

the edge of the world always there in their throats.

as they chew on the sun.

gossamer skin in the whisper of a bruise.

the years pace in their sunken cages.

a broken animal.

we wear the distance. in brutal numbers.

letting the math choke on us.

the truth is a corrosive.

a barking stage full of tangled puppets.

we say it's enough.

because we wish it was.