Dewpoint.......Final Couplet Is The Poems' Kernel Poem by John Tansey

I am at the point
Where I can absorb no more.

You can only get so rain-soaked
And then rain-soaked no more.

Like a slug, sliding across the floor,
I leave a slimy trail, like fingerprints,
Wherever I go,

Bleeding my lifeblood,
I wear the hematomas like a shroud.

The body can only take so much pain
before the bones break, the marrow spills out
and the face becomes twisted, wrung...

An old, sunken in, sponge.

Stepping out of the shower, upto a fogged mirror
Where my face is no longer visible.

I am saturated with heartbreak
And at the dewpoint of its breakdown.