Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

I Am Next

Lame

With the fjord

on my mind

and the mountains

stuck between my teeth,

I lie beneath

the unmade sky

and clench a fistful

of crusher run

while I wait

for someone to come

and sprinkle

salt in the wound

I got

when I cut myself

on the bitterness in my

innermost thoughts of basalt.