I reap the ashes
In silver spoons
Sustaining
The vermin
That crawl, deep within

They worm
Ever-thankful
In the grit of passersby

The ruinous mounds
Of wayward strangers
Charred, to a hopeless pulp

By spoonfuls
I thrive
Heartily gorging
On distant trials

In spoonfuls
I join the mad
Ensnared
By their every
Heartless whim