Hair strands

gnaw their way

in united despair

The song of the fingernails

howls

in frequencies so high

that they're inaudible

without ultrasonic bat detectors

Toe nails emit infrasound

well below human hearing

The creaking of knees

imitates old, sturdy pines being felled by a storm;

breaths through windpipes the storm

Thoughts

- like echoes of heavy artillery -

excite the flesh into madness

and futile self-examination

Never trust your fingertips!

(The years repeat their lies,

seasonally,

fall away)