They, by turns, were
brave beautiful fine
but can it be said -
first some other parts
bitterest bile comes up
burns the mouth
long forgotten truths
not meant to recall
under skin somewhere
within folds of the brain
under valves of the heart
something breaks loose
maybe blood caught years ago
never risen to lungs for air
down some forgotten vein
threatens calm continuity
what fell behind the toilet
when towel-drying hair
after trying to wash out
grime from that longest day
what stayed beneath fingernails
or between itchy toes
sharp pain here in the heal
when walking too fast
sticky gruel under fridge drawer
what comes to light from hidden dankness
later talk the beautiful part
if possible