A PIECE OF MAN
His thin face consternation
peeled back into anguish.
The air cruel, the wind,
a lack of sunlight, but no clouds,
the sky gray blue/blue gray.
He is too thin, too straight,
sickness inside cheeks and eyes.
Cold seeps into all things,
a cold moisture of mold and distrust,
everywhere a browning of grass. Continua a leggere