I feel
the impact
of my words
in my wrists and
lower back and
when I take a break
and look at the stars
I hear a screeching
either of dying
or of killing
or of trying desperately
to do a little of both
and I try not to
take it personally
as a sign
or an omen
while I
hear my name
reverberate in
each yell and
hammer blow.