Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Mourn the Great Ouroboros

Here lies the great Ouroboros.
Who didn't see
Who didn't hear
Who didn't move or care.
Who never heard your prayers
Who wasn't really there. 

His tail in cheek
His nostrils weak.
His teeth were ground to dust.
His thoughts remain a mystery
Though his fate was surely just. 

Indifference was his legacy.
Omniscience was his curse. 
And though he died a lonely death
He swore companionship was worse.