Collapsed beneath the blare
Of its rusted toll
The heartless beck and call

It carves my deceitful paths
Fit for these haggard
And docile treads

I stagger away
From a full day’s blow
A youth in decline
Battered, bowered and slumped

Down the slopes I embark
Bound by fate
Driven, by my dearest of chiefs

The plight
To which I adhere
And strive to evade
Yet remain
Its faithful wretch