Pardon me, for I am starved of empathy
a pitiful frame that clacks along on ligament and bone
with sullen eyes sunk into orbits
and skin stretched taut like a drum
the dragged heel from which push
rubbed raw from efforts made
to find humanity in carrion
grind a grain of truth with worn, abraded teeth
grow used to the stink and dust
Pardon me, for I have long to live
a pitiful frame that clacks along on ligament and bone
with sullen eyes sunk into orbits
and skin stretched taut like a drum
the dragged heel from which push
rubbed raw from efforts made
to find humanity in carrion
grind a grain of truth with worn, abraded teeth
grow used to the stink and dust
Pardon me, for I have long to live