what kills a man:
when a man finds desert in his purse
and takes no meal not to mention a dessert,
...
they say we trudge the same terrain to earth with our hearts to let,
but we have our joys fettered like fishes in a net.
we are the beautiful ones they think remain unborn,
though we are a song on the mouth of a man forlorn.
...
it may be in May,
June or July, i can't recall.
i found a garden
...
What Kills A Man
what kills a man:
when a man finds desert in his purse
and takes no meal not to mention a dessert,
his sighs become the water he drinks to aid the digestion of a thousand worries that went down his throat.
a man stares at what grinds him into debris,
burns his heart &
slams the empty doors in his head
and doctors warn him to be wary of his pulse.
what else kills a man if not the emptiness that breathes in his dead pocket?