To the Bone

we walk the stone burden headlong and bold ready for another blow hold to the brutality the vice against our bone side by side we prevail alone the weak break and erode an eternal battle of the undertow we take our hits feel it hardest to the soul on our knees we settle our hearts ear to the core hear the grinding toll each piece honed chips of bone disappear like snow there is no hush of the abating groan the sum we owe and stash for mediocre grating over simple the indifference of will seeking a silent vigil encouraging a place reserved for the kill we are free as the pressing need to calm a stone machine endless crimes, hustles and lies sink us to deeper depths a tight embrace of every breath a slow drowning reach that much closer to our mercy in a state of grace she will concede bowed for a head shot inscription buried strand of honor lived against the stone engraved for display to complete your grave Terry D'Arcy-Ryan