What did I say?
Feeling tracks a molten path through rusting reason.
Hot words smelt my tongue and wet my eyes.
I try to shrug, to sigh, to not mind – never mind.
But I’m stiff with it, high-tension wire and girders that rumble and shake,
Around a flaw, a crack that widens every day,
And splits at its silver seams into jagged rage and brilliant blight,
Drowns and devours, and fills my mouth with lead.