Fabrication

Jeremy Rock

May 15, 2024

-After the settlement of Gielinor

             I hope you’re still watching these numbers grow
because the sun refuses to set and I cannot
             extract the sound of axe on trunk, of the split body

from my bones. I keep growing sharper
             because the sun refuses to set and I cannot
separate the chaff of all this cold experience

             from my bones. I keep growing sharper
as though I was put here to sieve, to
             separate the chaff of all this cold experience

from the raw fiber of the land. I was made bottomless
             as though I was put here to sieve two
lifetimes by the forge, the orchard, the hand-on-hand gristle

             from the raw fiber of the land. I was made bottomless
to surpass hunger. Someday I will flower a death runed from
             lifetimes by the forge, the orchard, the hand-on-hand gristle

aching out days by the water, net dipping heavy and wet
             to surpass hunger. Someday I’ll flower, a death ruined from
extracting the sound of axe on trunk, of the split body

             aching out days by the water, net dipping heavy and wet.
I hope you’re still watching these numbers grow.