Everything's ok and then

One boot off and up! We're down the hole,

and we weren't even walking, slipped

and fell while standing still, the bit

of rubber licks us from the ragged

corner of the door and leaves a soft

red line we almost made it in but

here the chasm came to find us like

three weeks ago, one week before and

all the scattered weeks of all our lives

before that, the valley, hole, the hood

dropped down like hollow birds from

out the sky come blacken out our eyes. I

cried and then like that emerged removed

the other boot I stepped inside the house

turned on the lights and shut the door. 

How many more 

of these and are they grief? Or

is it just the body on its way.