Asphyxia

A Poem

Photo by Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash

Choking back breath
something stuck to my fingers
hitting random keys
as if the stroke were the thing
to get at
Here on this suffocating hill
elms ash & cow birds
witness to more dysfunction
But the face is not covered
not willing towards the peace
of the smile
Tossed in an ocean of confusion
the shapes & the cheeks
submit to their own illness

J.D. Harms 2020