OverKill

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz

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OverKill

A millennium of fatigue visits the bones
Arthritis sing in choral disharmony
Just move, even a little, ouch sends its
blessings to the entire network of being
Stilled by your decrepit age
The eyes float to nowhere
Cell giggle at your unceasing misery
The aged body is an institution
transfixed in red tape.