Hatchet

Motions will be made when others lay
The path untamed lays souls

Hold stoic gaze, and steady pace
The other foot drops

Lace break
The first to fall

Pipedream. Onwards we go
Lace frayed – not unreachable

All I'm left with
Words to curse this

Last cans opened, vacant eyes wander to the blade
White fur, our friend: Loved; skinned

Stone toed, endless road
The first to fall
Burdened least of all

Tied your rabbits in holes
One final whispered oath