runic nimbus
Oh look at
That outstanding citizen!
Why they’ve walked in shoes
Double my size;
Their tracks of morning yeasts
Does nothing,
But dances around me.
Yes but this world is such a devastating place,
Such devastation and
Such deprivation;
Why should it matter he’s taken two bites?
A man’s got to eat?
To give his half drunken coffee
to me,
Because everyone else hasn’t.
Could he bask in the sun?
Yes he does.
Could he make a machine to replace the sun?
Oh he has.
So caring,
So bashful,
So elegant.
His polished shoes on his mantle,
That pendant is his cross,
My rags,
He synthesized
himself,
He synthesized me,
The outstanding citizen,
We all could be.