Suffer Cycle

karma cuts
like the serrated edges of the boomerang
that you cast out so carelessly
see it slice through the air
and break the backs of boys
  it cleaves into their spines
and harpoons their hearts
you let go of the good
but grip tight to your grief
and as i lie in the grass
i’ll watch as your abandonment of others
cycles back into you
but i can’t grasp onto the satisfaction
  as the boomerang stabs you in your own back
because i’m still waiting for mine
to cut me down as well