We are Human

mimics sealed in skin,

evaporating into dirt and

returning as reminders

that pain was proven

during experiments of fate.

cigars of death, taken

in deep on days of drought

when our failures are counted

as victories for the spiteful.

antidotes of eternity,

stricken by our condition.

but our ailment will become

nobility when we sacrifice all

and agree in one accord,

that love is worth the plunge.