Pursue the throat through open bones out stretched
where screams of joy or sacrifice are moved
to live or die absurd amongst refuse.

Rejected, accepted and at last wretched
bereft now upon a wall of eyes smoothed
by past, by present, future all subfused.

What once would shake those tranquil waters fierce
now speaks a common tongue to have them soothed;
silent they watch and wait for more to loose.

Such loss is all that’s left for hearts to pierce,
life’s dues.