My look
Their view
These poor people that see
No better
For they are the broken angels
They are the lost not found
The devil in his weakness

A clap drowns out
my sound

Such pity rains me over
For I can see the sun
I can taste the water
I can sense the fresh winds of spring
For I have lived
I have stood
I am me

All life returns to the earth
One day my mark will have faded

So I bring a little smile knowing
That I have spawned the ground
behind me
I have drank the water from the
gods
I have written for the future
I have learned and I have
loved    

My world is very small right now

The face that stares before me
Red and angry
All lost to gain from the thumb to my
afterlife
For I care not
As my work is done
Feathers float before my look
My last look