The Torso Of Strugle Poem by Antonio Liao

what can the strength do if the sweat
dried up in the palm, like olive oil moisturizes the
joint of every muscle

there could be a space to settle
every knee, than to shout and shoot the enemy
to freeze, perhaps indulge the taste

what then the use of the eyes when darkness
come unexpectedly, the waters is in the
bucket for the cap is empty

give me the table that everybody can touch
than to spell out the ruin of bones
into the grave of eternity
of no return

lead on my friend, the time is there to start...