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.