The Step Forward
No ambiguity. Pushing along,
they hold me by the sides.
“Let’s go on,” I say, “I can go on.”
I had waited years
for this to happen.
After such a period of immobility,
the stains on my hands
soak through and through.
I move on now, to verify these marks.
Leaving behind the horrors,
onto more horrors,
I take the step forward first,
(Cloak off, please. Your head, this way.)
my knee the second.
And I tumble into blood
face forward: drowning.
