
we are flesh
wanting flesh
walking sadness
searching for a similar
brand of pain-stained soul
so we can rub warm tears
into each other’s wounds
sanitise our weary hearts
under the light of these
indifferent, dying stars
hoping our battle scars
do not pull new blood
from strangers’ veins
but we do not care enough
to wait for the judgement
of the summer sun
let the casualties rest
in the dark
oh these fragile, selfish beings
that we are
oh these fragile, selfish beings
that we love