As a baby I
was aware of basic needs...

A hooded bird
sat on a fence...

They are majestic giants,
each and everyone...

Standing alone
at the end of the day...

Hugging curbs he wandered,
lingering in his past life...

Pawns without a square to rest
nor does the King or Queen...

Letters in hand
riding the path...

There was a time
upon the earth...

With criminals I hang and bleed
as loved ones mourn below...

No chestnuts roasting or carols sung,
eggs shells all around...

There was a time
I heard just your call...

Dusty and dark
on the back of the shelf...