Where do you keep what you hold closest?
Gut Sack.
Old man reaching down old man’s neck
Old man gurgles as throat rejects
Old man swallowed what he wishes to find
Fails to realize he left it behind.
Old man strains and pushes in deeper.
Hand goes further as mind gets sleepier.
Old man reaches what he sought to catch.
Grabs it good like a door latch.
Drags and drags and drags some more.
Like Chorun’s grasp on his cold old oars.
Old hand emerges from the throat.
Old man gives a happy gloat.
Cry with joy that comes from bones.
Bones wrapped in tissue like mummies know.
Sitting,
staring,
at what was found.
Way far from light,
so deep down.
Old man smiles and puts in pocket.
The watch kept safe when he had no pocket.
A strange thing, yes? Have a great day.