I am in the sinking pit of bellies
Waiting for faces that alight with joy
To know pain from my numb fingers
Relentless and merciless
I bring midnight at dawn
To weary souls
I am dismayed that they trudge on
With a thousand lemon peels under calloused soles.
I wake mangled bodies to feel again and again
The pressure from my cold fingers
Dead to life's angry presence.