INSIGNIFICANT HEART ATTACKS

I’m building the bridge again; 
I take the stones up to the ledge and drop them to the river there below. 
I’ve soldered all the limbs; 
this bone-invested whirlwind; 
this mortar plate glass egg embezzlement. 
I carry my full share.  
I pull and scratch, bite and tear.  
I weave a bankrupt absolution in. 
This tombstone aftermath of insignificant heart attacks; 
this appendage of resolution. 
I’m building the bridge again. 
Reload the foxholes, 
with an air we can’t breathe.
Bite your tongue while you still can, 
This royal shielded infirmary. 
I paint the targets red, 
like the Mediterranean sea. 
They all know the lines so well, 
This parade belongs on puppet string.