Deceleration

Breaking bread in utmost haste
Singing soldiers, making paste
Sought amongst the gravel ruins
Partial maladies seek cocoons.

Casting nets both wide and vast
Reeling in the fishes fast
Cranking, beating,
Flesh and bone
I can’t see past the hues and tone.

Fast forward through
The muck and dew,
Slowing down now,

Breathe.

Anew.