Cherubic ball of vestigial flesh,

Now just a cathedral’s mural.


Meninges peer through a shattered skull,

Gelatinous blood, doesn’t ooze.


Life dangles precariously,

Scraping the ledge of the temple.


Thirst procreates a gasping face,

Dry months culminate in death.


Drone of the midnight trucks,

Whistling winds in a hollow womb.


All sleep but the shadow,

And the caregiver with blistered feet.


The seed is buried in soil,

Yet does not sprout new leaves.