'At Last'

i wake to find the lake has been dredged
floating on the surface the body bags

heavy head baggage i had sunk with bricks

i drag the bags onto the mud
compelled to
sit and sift through
the grotesque relics


sticks and bones of memory


flesh grows again

reptilian

the past shape
replicated

time
regurgitated

back to then
for now
but then
no more

for
this time
i carve the bones
and sharpen the sticks

make a piece with the past