All Inconsequential
What ties me to this ground
is inconsequential.
The legs that drag,
the dirty feet,
the gnawing pain
of hunger and loss,
this robe that sweeps about my knees -
an indignity to my age
and experience.
All
inconsequential
You pass me by
afraid to look,
wanting to stare,
wary of engaging
a mortal who has fallen
from esteem.
Half man,
half animal,
scrounging in the gutter
of your heart
and mind,
this is your greatest fear.
I, the man that haunts your
deepest dreams
of failure
and inconsequence.
All
inconsequential
What do you hold within your heart?
Why is there the burn of fear?
Look deep, look down
into my eyes -
the joy that I behold
despite these rags
and languid limbs,
a beggar living off another's whims -
All
inconsequential