shellshock

i want to tell you that i too have no wants untold

that i am complete like a snail shell with being

but i sometimes feel left behind to empty

and hole up with sands that come

after the city is ground into its elements

and glass remains a liquid

slow moving

wearing on your reflection

age watching age

where the opening is eventually plucked

with life and the loss of it

and the snail itself

has moved on to find a larger home

though that requires the death of another

in the shelling of war

another who wanted more than me

*

one day

you won’t wait

for one day

but until then

weight won’t

and lean to diet it