enigmatic

we pull naked from the shelter
the weak, willowed from orphanage
infirmary
the listless, lame and the lonely

we lay them out
cut them bare and borrowed

we hand them
book, a hymn, a meal
a moment

eyes of the enigmatic, eyes of
egos swallowed and spit

we want to be them
we want to hold them

but only for the moment
only for obituary
and headstone cracked wide

bkmackenzie
copyrighted (2017)