downhill trodding to grave
the last great thing done and
undone. for me and by me.
i am bored of wasted lives
their natural, lazy, hopeful lives
being and unbeing before me,
my brethren.
i am another man of the world,
and no moneyed, worthy family will do.
my hunger has ulcerated
and the feast grants no satisfaction.
i have missed the good meal
and doomed myself to die,
to die for a very long time.
