Songs for the sick
unsatiable
through the soft layers of fat it ate
down into the muscles
carefully around the tendons
then down through the blood to the
meat of the marrow
then on
it ate through their cowering as they witnessed it
rode them down with a steady pace
ate through grace
dignity
gorged itself on the charmed life
even took their grief in the end
it deflated fuck you, i'm sorry, forgive me,
love, god
it said to them:
I will leave you here to sing for the sick
there is nothing else remaining
now leave us be, we are so very tired