Bodies

a hairline crack perhaps
or something deeper
a cruel wound suffered
in a frozen moment to
thaw and freeze again
to inch into and within
the wall withheld

the wall must fall
it must always fail
in holding in that
which was never
meant to stay within

thus the pitcher
poured not from lip
but from failing foot
and water seeped out
and puddled nearby
and pushed its way
over tabletop and...

lingers, it all lingers
still in the stillness
the frozen moment
that spurred it all
from the very start
and its life is the
mere ebbing of the
pool that was not
to be withheld within
the failing wall