Old traumas never dieI thought I was done with you Even dried blood flakes off in a brownish powder and is gone I thought I had sweated you out in fever at night that soaked the sheets I thought I had worn you through a spreading hole where you used to lurk I thought I had finally lost you in the twisting labyrinth of high walled years yet there you are squatting on my chest a toad heavy as a granite slab I know now I will always carry you, a tumor hidden in my brain taken intact to the grave.