That old thing?
That short little abomination?
That is what broke the back of the block.
That is what made me free
of what had broken me.
It stopped me from being what I was
for far too long:
a stunted little thing.

I was stopped from holding on
to what I had
been for so long.

And you can see
it isn’t any good.
it isn’t wealthy in words
in weight
but it’s done
which is more than I can say
for anything else
in the last year
or nine.

This tiny monstrosity has been completed
and you can see it
unlike anything else lately.
It broke the back of my block.

Thank God.