Oh permanence! I long to live

Life with actions like a pencil.

            Not ink…

Removal of mistakes and

Forgiveness for lost words.

            Not ink…

Its mark remains; stained,

Tattooed on our bodies and souls.

            Yes ink…

Scratches, cover up, but the

Memory forever there, scarring.

            Yes ink…

The behaviors of our world

Permanently engraved in ourselves.

            Yes ink…