The Fullest of Crypts is in the Open Air

Dr. Debth 3

This scene starts with a weathered old man.

Starting his morning ritual, mold in a can.

It's all there is to eat.

Never again to find a tasty treat.

Borrowed coats flop in the wind,

As he ponders what he can't rescind.

A creative leak now iced over,

Only living to grow colder, a rover.

.

The most insane gift of pain,

He gave himself with abundant rain.

A lonely world it has become.

Wandered by one, not some.

Tears are far beyond him now.

Salty water from only his brow.

There is no use crying

When everyone looked toward him, dying.