Saturday, April 13, 2019

On a scale (Day 815)

with the careful measured 
movements of a thief   he places 
pretty baskets on a scale 

baskets of tiny skeletons  one by one  
birdlike and frail  piled high 
against his crumbling castle walls

woven by knotted hands too sore 
to lift a bowl to hungry lips  no matter  
seldom paid enough to eat

he weighs and counts with glee
each batch of small bleached bones 
a victory  a testament to his wasting 

sun whose hate trumps love  and there  
beneath his gaze  they grow  
stunted with despair and fail to thrive

worthless alive  he craves the click 
of little clavicles and ribs in baskets 
he can weigh against his greed

(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay

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