Dust

 

Cursed even before accepted

By the drift‑sands of time.

Unwelcomed to this forest‑jungle

Of undernourished puppets.

Alone and adrift,

As smoke in twisting wind: man.

 

Afflicted by the unstrained tide

Of his forbearer's disgust.

Haunted by some mystical sin

Of lost days of the ages.

A stepping stone between

The evil and the good: man.

 

Flung mercilessly, unjustly,

Into this massive putridity.

Confused, helpless, ignorant: man.