The Counter

Siphon off top layers
Leave an etching in the dirt
Tracing passed the history
To date back to the hurt
Fingers leave a trail on me
A map of what I’ve done
Each hair that grows precisely
Shows a timeline, and my sum
And you don’t know the weight
The clicking of the counter
I won’t show you the weight
And its worth
Walk into a new room
And your static lingers still
Trace of grease from un-socked feet
Is mine to smudge at will
Fingers leave a trail on me
A map of what I’ve done
Each hair that grows precisely
Shows a timeline, and my sum
And you don’t know the weight
The clicking of the counter
I won’t show you the weight
And its worth