his face ain't been slimmer
since that winter
the traces of white snow came all
falling 'round his toes tickling
and all woes seemed to vanish in the mirror
he has been so worn out
now 'days with
nostrils flared when he is awake
fighting the battles
his eros and ethos between
made gain seem like failures
trying to eat the remnants
like a self cannibal
and doubt , doubting all
especially how the hell could
he have gotten
so much thinner.