Day Two

Clench your fists around this thing,

This wild conceit (complacency-free)

Here throw it, with yourself, into

An unknown, unused vessel.

Mind your toes here, firming in the coarse earth

Yes it may chafe but see; your skin is raw

And clean and it can feel again.

There's the liberal juice of tears here.

Don't waste it. Don't let it sour.

You've been torn in strips and all chewed up

But still you sit, mouth watering, so

No
Longer
Drink
of that bitter soup.