Persona

Some one is pulling off my ribs
one after another;
the bleeding is mine.
memories scattered here and there
hard to knit;
an image  far away
always streaked in blood.
sighs
sorrows
and lamentations piling up
the sky enormous
blue and vacant
and as cool as ice
but still i feel the pulse
act
and dream
in a time pneumatic
hard and foul.