in chains (20170503)

everything is ashes in my mouth
they taste like graveyard dirt
rife with greasy sins
of the dead
and those waiting to be reborn
eager to work off karmic burdens
the universe will not last
as long as their labors

long ponderous chains
manacle my hands and
hobble my ankles

i smell the smoke of regret
and envy
and it is my own flesh
that burns
filling my nostrils