The Hills

I’m bloody raw
Skin bored down to show the rotting inside
The white gleam of bone sprouting
Like tulips in the spring
All along my carcass

The buzzing of insects as they feed their thousands
The stench of it filling me with glee
I await the end knowing it’s not long
The blood will cease
The wolves will come

The buzzing stops
A blinding pain as I’m born aloft
The same one always
Pushing me forward
Dragging me along

The same routine
The wounds are patched
The bones mend
The scars slowly fade
Pretending as if it was all a bad day

Til the next time we tempt the hills
And push daises with Bill