Die Living

I cannot see from their bent down places
Marred by derision worn placidly on their faces
As if not there though it be masked
They live like stones stopped where their cast
On dusty roads unlit unpaved
These wanton souls whom love has staved
And me unmet here where I’ve stood
Have never found a brotherhood
For I don’t see my way the same
I myself not lost not lame
And so begrudged of them I stand
For not assuming this death this land
I will not continue onward in this way
Or lest I too die living where I lay

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