Tis with a heavy heart I write
A transience of severed soul
For in the richness there abound
A vacuous and tethered hole.

Within, without, the treaded way
A long and winding road
A consequence of earthly stay
In shouldered heavy load.

That deep within the threaded mire
Divorced from that which sings,
Abandoned in the throng, entire,
Where right and wrong wear wings.

For thee and I must share the load,
Must wear the bleeding back
For happenstance, so long to goad,
When skin and bone hue black.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ