Lisac felt his heart beat
The soft meat yield under bony feet
As he chewed on the stale tobacco
That he’d scraped from underneath.
The stiff gnawing climbing swiftly
Up his gnarled sinewy spine.
A silent shudder bleeding feelings
Purged by the ravages of time.
And Eating his soul
Till body is left sublime
And Cancer pain immune
Scavenging scattered shreds of innocence
And spitting his ashes to Dust
Out into the Emptiness
Where he placed his Trust…….