Gristle and bone grinding
in the shoulder socket,
tells us that we've pushed
too hard against the grain of life
and life has pushed back.

It tells us,
that year after countless year
of repetitive motion,
in exchange for the promise
of green inked,wrinkeled paper,
shelter and a morsel of food,
to pass between receding gums
and uninsured,ever worsening teeth,
may not have been
the right path to choose.

Minute particles of bone dust
are tainting the light
of my soul,as it shines
beam like through its bony cage.