speaking for voices that cannot be heard
though purposeful, i spend more time crying for the light-handed abuse of gentle giants
or shivering legs, and increment blindness

impatience of men, inability of fault
the break what they touch and toss the lock

my back is tearing and my heart is breaking
sometimes all i can do is hold them, shaking

showing them kindness as their autonomy wanes
if i could ease their ailing, I'd take all their pain