bones , rags , tissue paper

triangles of tissue paper

held upside down and

held between two fingers

like a dying bird

you have become the most

ordinary version of yourself,

the one who can bend into

a high street kind of shape

when did being human

become important to you

brown paper bag souls

sold by the pound on the

street corner by your house

the world is simple when

you make yourself simple

but the divide becomes

ever clearer, the illusion

rats living in the world's

most glamorous sewer

gnawing on bones, rags,

tissue paper, and souls

until they can no longer

remember the warmth

of their own sun