WEDNESDAY 12th AUGUST 2009.

First there was an itch,
Then a scratch
And a catch;
A rip,
A tear,
A finger in there
Peeling skin.

Then there was the flesh,
With its pith
And its pips;
A rib,
A rack,
A fist in cracking,
Insisting,

Revealing the heart,
And its beat
Of retreat;
A bid,
A beg,
A prayer bootlegging
Awareness.

Finally silence,
The end of
Adventure;
A stop,
A stay,
A floor to abrade
For awhile.