Desert Depression

somewhere there might be one who needs the help

a blade provides on flesh parchment

somewhere is a boy Confused

and Confused can’t confess his condition

except in the map embossed

on his bandage-covered arms

but this is not that poem

because I’m not Confused

when you spoke of release in your hill hidden cave

I was confused

talking about “sailing away”

I was confused

but when I used the blade you spoke so well of

it only left angry rivers

on rough land

and whatever beast

you released

Entered me