This dull firm
of grace tends
to lack integrity.

Tends to be what we are
at photos in a trip of where

what is discussed
is the wall doing most of the talking.

I can’t take dissolved food like I used to.

I eat these birds.
I be the ribs being gathered.

Now is how we steal from the bloated.

We go fast
to hunger how we used

to speak. I keep forgetting
all the bramble inside is a normal
forgotten effigy.

A burning tombstone’s dull grace