Where does a tear hide when it’s afraid?
Does it languish in the lid of the of the fleshy sail
or swell in the ducts of the canaliculi
sucked up from the lacrimal sac
born in a duct?
And does it first arrive with a meal,
or a hit of sublime sparkling bubbles
canistered in cold faux steel
presented as tin
but known known as aluminum?
Or does it come from the juices
that broth and seep from that rare meat steak–
adipose soluble H20–
plastered on the tongue
and absorbed thru the flesh of that chewy mouth skin?
For what is a tear?
but the solution of sweat and brow
born thru anguish
and conquered with the bow
now transposed thru the acid
and seeped thru an indestructible wall.