Peering through azure smog
backlit by brittle sun
in this hard city
where survival is
only one option.

Born **** naked and crying,
when will this end?

Hit on the head
so many times, perhaps
it is beginning to show.

Your look so silent and wistful
chilled me to the marrow.

And so, leaving the faultline behind
I go scrawling words on cave walls
with absolute integrity.