A twinge,

SEAR,

Incessantly expanding gnaw.

What has happened?  It has happened. To me, now?

.  .  .gasp; here comes the first wave

I Scream, Howl, Wail

Like so many small bastard baby boys

Bawling for their missing mothers,

Bellowing at their forsaking fathers.

I am weak supple flesh,

Whose wringing brings to knees.

Bent in anguish and unable to uphold

The composure I thought I was.

Shattered, snapped, twisted, torn, bent, burned, broken.

I know now, I am weak and supple flesh.