The Pill

Once he swallows

he is gone.

The capsule rolls down his tongue

crossing the digestive Styx and paying

a lucrative sum for it’s journey.

Rubbing down

a perforated pipe

he unknowingly massages

his gift down, down to the suburbs

of his soul, where acid burns

but living is relieved; only when

compared to the northern urban density.

Dissolving,

pointillism is more accurate,

falling into cracks and holes

built for blood diamonds

and muscular gasoline

dissolves and disappears

into an invisible warrior

yielding familiar friends.

Circumscribing limbs

torso anaesthetized

due to the solemn guardianship

of his capsule’s new home.

To the city, northward,

his chemicals run and meet

an acquaintance who doesn’t prefer

the stories that are told.

Once a pacifist,

now a warrior,

the acquaintance is gone

he becomes the larger capsule.

-Grant Durando

8/23/12