I envy a Centipede

Pressures of the past

have finally broken my back

Bent like a fruit laden tree

I await

“the surgical removal of part or whole

of my intervertebral disc.”

I envy the centipede

free of the desire

to commune with God

through whisky, church and hospital wards

free of memory,

free of history.

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