Trunk and Carcass

very early right after I lost everything that day was born with me scared in the woods refuge of one who has forgotten the padded way of his own sanity feeling cold without sun rays or comforting thoughts the menacing shadows freeze your soul every sound is a monster that comes to get you the falls wounded legs and arms the back in pain is nothing when the hunger erupts absurd on the chaotic horizon of your needs I fell to the damp ground were dead leaves rot centennial elm sap flows and writes in its crimp trunk: "Calm down because you are in your home you can assume a fetal position and cry alone" the anthill right there was teeming with life the ants near my mouth I ate while the others I chased with my eyes maybe spend the rest of the worlds here turning me into an old trunk in the carcass of a wild animal in fact I am and we are backbones I am and we are in our deserved place