Crater

sitting in the bottom
wearing toque and mitts
I look up
from the bottom
of an open pit

standing and stretching
I hear something rip
blood pours over
the top of me
from the trenches lip

charging up the bank
through the growing flood
my boots slip crazily
through a river
of red mud

standing on the ledge
I off my hat and gloves
without a glance
or a thought back
I go in search of love