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-- Jay
I think of nothing but the animal in front of me, lying there, viciously waiting until I fault giving him the chance to rip into my face. I can hear the rain falling outside and his arms swelling with blood. He is the devil who shouts and relentlessly pushes like a madman. And I watch his eyes and learn how not to give up. The blood on my chest, the essence of his teaching. My quick gasps for air, life coming impatiently into my lungs. Now breath
Success is achieved and maintained by those who try and keep trying.
-W. Clement Stone
We will focus on the single daily actions that produce results.
We will "burn our bridges" and not look back.
We will never surrender.
The curved throats of half buried doves
sprout along the side of the road
at odd angles, you see
I’ve heard their foreheads
beating hard against the ground:
a sudden crush of ants
sticking to the creased corners of their eyes
like acid soaked watermelon seeds.
Pressed into darker substance by
the added pressure, a thick paste on their brow.
I’ve learned that the earth does not
accommodate well to a bird’s skull
crashing into the soil.
It preserves the sound well enough
though the tone has been depressed
stretching out among the roots
if you asked I would describe it
as two soldiers pounding
dead center at my breastbone,
perhaps not as mute –
there are always submerged stones.
I simply want to kiss and smooth them down
further, apply the battered
ant remains to my unhealed wounds
the insides of their beaten abdomens
snagged beneath my nail
blacker than a mulberry filthy underneath