HMA Hermione – No. 1, she broke in two.

This year, I missed the Mayflies

While others caught the bug.

But I remember my small achievements with such mass, hunted by immediate loss. 

The severed umbilical knot, justified genocide of unfulfillable want, piled loosely on my back.

A late noose taunting

However you capitalize

On our day.

Our children will walk briskly past our graves, thankfully, strangers of our potential and discarded remains.