You’ve [waited] been ordered to write about that day
No, because it’s forcibly buried, wrecked, it was maimed
Trying to piece it together and some
Parts do align, make sense! was always there! Others
Beyond splintered, wildly contrasting colors - there is
Absolutely no chance it was once a one but
it supposedly was, you were on it and
Yes, they [were] must’ve (been), too – convinced (circle yes/no)
When you look up, you spot yet more
Pieces (of it) up ahead until you feel the gaze on the back of
Your neck and while your eyes definitely turn, your
Head stays fixed, rooted, and your breathing now a locomotive
in this silence, the pieces of wood in your rugged hands
The tiny splinters sting, stung, gone, fall unto the earthen floor that
Was there before you were even fucking dreamt of
This time you can and do turn and see it
Just shining there? Amorphous, but glowing, sightless
You smile and your chest tears open, what else was there to do