We’ve arrived at the boiling point.
And thus ends this effort
to mend the cracks
in the earth’s greasy forehead.
You told me I’d end up dead
for this, and you were half-right,
as these bright and sterile
infirmary walls can attest.
Sometimes, all it takes is a little rest,
and I’m convinced
I’ll be at my best in no time flat.
You can put away your gat now…