Muscle Poems

I’m not what

I think casually

I’m not

A casual anything

From not being

A casualty

To being One

Again, at the end

The regime change

Will occur

As a constant crisis

Until endings

Are celebrated

And regimes

Are out of line

Regime, extreme

Until back to

Being me

And part of the team.

What am I forgetting?

That I’ll grieve a lot?

I love people more

Than anyone I am.

The tyrant wants it.