Nurser - Rome

The new kid is here.

I hear him breathe

Beneath his red robe cover

You gave him two sticks to taunt me

He hid one and broke the other

Now he’ll take his milk through a pipe

Through green glas take his light

Like me

If only we knew how to blossom

For you

Appropriately

O, someone shut the drawer I’m lying in

And I can’t be sure it wasn’t him

Will you be kind and let the poison

Run its course?

He’ll be just a mind weighed down

With thoughts

And you can all just pity him, pity him

Please

Just let him stir in that dream worn

And grey

Of us coming, coming in waves

Like dogs leaping for throat and face

Tearing, tearing away

Now we shall all just pity him, pity him

Please

Pity him, like we used to

Pity him anew