no one can hear the face
of the little boy
who can’t see.
and the precipice
of life,
it isn’t you
it isn’t me.

chased by the thoughts of redemption
my heart waits by
ask him
ask him why.

hunger strikes without warning
and you’ve got caution tape all over you.
principles of life and death
stick within our veins
pumping through and through.

no one can hear the face of that little boy.
who’s heart dropped
like that.