The castaway of some malapropos atrocity
It voices the confluence of a live man's identity and a dead man's anomaly
A twilight fissure that
If ventured more thoroughly, would reveal the smiling mouth of some devil without
Hesitance in decision
To lead within
The bowels of misery
The essence of fear
The cold darkness of destruction
Minefields of tempted incineration
Rocky canyons of past laceration
All these
One this
Skinned knee
Looking back at me.