my bones hurt
from the gravimetric bend
of army men doing jumping jacks
preparing for wars
with existential feelings
of unknown futures
unseen dangers
and hidden treasures
looming on a spinning wheel
spun by the seamstress of chaos
the switcher of entropy
and the carrier of ancient ailments
and spoiled ointments
that can glue
our bodies back up after incision
or keep the pages near the spine
and mend the viral memories
bursting like fireworks
in your yellow cat-like eyes
glowing their ashes
flickering their Merlin flames
and biotically cycling back
to something scary and new
but something never done before
a war waged with different troops
different magnitudes of machinery
and patterns on the soles of their
grimy combat boots
making all my bones hurt
LINK: https://allpoetry.com/poem/16581505-my-bones-hurt-by-Colvet
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