This is an unsteady step
The bones melt into marrow and the soft flabby skin
Skid down like a pulled down pant leg to the ankle
and would not stop shivering, like a stuttering heart.
The knees touch the concrete, followed by the hands,
The forehead kneels. There is granite, sand
Discarded trash littered at the round edge of sight,
the dusty darkness of the night covering the scene
Like a cold, wintry blanket, smelling of mothballs
I would not raise my head, nor close my eyelids,
Not let out a whimper or a yell
I chew down the cold, polluted air with focused tension
Praying to settle, and breathed still.