I am wrung useless
In the brute sun’s rays
Devilish and fallen
As the plunderer of dreams

Resolve
Is heaven- bound
Plucked clean in haste
From this tiresome
And hollow skull

Docile I collapse
In vengeful streams
Conjured, with tottering ease

Few are spared
And spoon
With their sweltering dismay
Withering in sync
With time’s
Most hateful decline