Dear body, why were you so strong, so sure,
only to betray what you had built?
We ran downhill as fast as legs could blur,
drank wine until the glass refused to tilt.
Our energy was infinite, we thought,
and time a debt we'd never have to pay.
My brother — great in all the ways that count —
now lives inside a frame that falls away.
I asked him: if you choose a single fight,
what cause survives the pruning of your reach?
He wrestled words. They slipped him like a fish.
His mouth made shapes. No sound arrived as speech.
Insatiable is what named him best.
Body betrayed. Ambition never rest.