Shame

Ben Sixsmith

Frigid mist
Howls on wind
Shiver or tremble

Tracks in mud
Clouded hills
Following ghosts

Blurred green
Whites of eyes
When we ran we ran

Sharp stones
Ice on waters
Legs with roots

Rabbit blood
Peregrine
Foxglove in my chest

Freezing black
Jagged ferns
An acidic rain

The car by the road
The ache in my feet and lungs
I am just a dog