limb raze i sank my surest fist into the place where you last drew breath and searched for a sign or a talisman you'd left for me to find. my eyes told my hand what it was touching. soil. weeds. desiccated leaves. a styrofoam packing peanut. a dirty piece of plastic that once covered something similarly synthetic. then this: the amputated arm of some small tree. pale and thin and torn and dead, but otherwise intact. the lost limb of a larger organism that goes on living despite long odds and little help from anything that walks on two legs. and i thought, that's you. that's me. that's everything i've ever loved. so i carried it around_the_bend and laid it down where you would be if you were with me now. 250701 what's it to you? who go blather from