Child
Look at me
can you bear
the sight of me?
Torn, worn
clothes of rags
dirt smudged face
Look at me
I am who
you might have been
were time
and place
skewed just a bit...
had birth
of your soul
been into my body
Look at me
garbage hunter
forever hunger
perhaps I
will not live
to see your age...
and, if I do
I'm precursor to
more such as I
little wraiths
waifs and beggars
vacant eyes, drawn faces
impishness
unknown in us
who scavenge for life...
Look at me...
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