When the flow ceases
To resist gravity –
When the traffic swells one way
When veins are apathetic –
A dull pain
Pervasive and persistent
Gnaws at – and numbs
Sensation.
Time is the palliative
The ache remains –
Ensconced in musculature
But like most familiar things:
Ceases to matter. Some days
Are better than others –
Newer aches tend
To shelve the old.
In times of yore –
To use that archaic expression –
Incisions strategically performed
Restored the balance.
De-silt the river!
Dredge out the filth! More, More!
Go on – Prepare it for fresh
Gore.
In cellular form
In the bone of the river
In the pulse of memory
In the throb of the fall
In the toes that you wiggle
In the seas that swallow it all
In the threnody of the rain
What, oh what – is the role of pain?
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