I am running

I am running
I am to run
I rip open my lungs on the bend by the last tree
where the ground dips
into the bomb crater
I dice with unfettered insanity as I pump arms
screaming like an angry child
towards the finishing line
I scrape with gored fingernails
in the pit I have excavated
in the rawest depths of my stomach
for the tiniest sliver of
more
to touch that extra second
as the miles pile high and cruel upon my ruined chest

I am agony and I am exultation
my legs kick
frenzied
like the death twitch of the hanging

I am blood
and I am ruin
and I am wrath
my face is horror and my fibres detest me
my feet strike the ground
as if blasphemed by the earth

I am race end
and disintegration
I am exultation
and sky scraping exuberance
I am never again
and when next
I am running
I am untamed
I am wilderness
I am wildness
I am to run