Black
It’s said you can’t walk
at midnight forever.
At some point,
you’re supposed to hit
dawn.
It’s said you can’t wander
in fog very long
before ambush
or mind snap,
you see ambush where no bush exists
and aim is very bad.
Tar slickens you like sweat.
Sexton went pretty fast.
Plath had to try.
Buk and Poe took eons.
In the end,
eight ball sweat
slit their breath.
Black lung suffocation without
benefits or acknowledgement.
