Plague No. 8

Locusts swarm my body
Think they sense a dream dying
Charisma mildew
Coast to coast gets rocky
An elementary lesson plan
No pay to ease the suffering
I got older
I became my own vessel
I changed all my cells
Now I can’t see so well
I got older
I became my own vessel
I changed all my cells
Now I can’t see so well
We used to dig such big, big holes
Looking for the impossible bones
I wish I had known her
The box full to its brim
Of all the ways I wanted to be seen
For me: the dead living
When I get older
Will I remember saying this?