Like
a pauper, I’ve dwelt in corners
Forcing my body to bend
And crack to fit tight spaces
In search of the one thing
I cannot find
I know that human eyes
Cannot penetrate darkness
That after last light, there’s not much
A man can see
But I've also heard the blind speak
Of shape and sizes in ways that I have yet
To comprehend
So I tread, with senses naked,
A soundless shadow
In search of the one thing
I cannot find
Restless, like the pulls
Of a cigarette drag,
From thirsty mouths,
Chapped lips,
A lunatic's mind under the wire,
I cry
Out its name, but I fail
To recognize the voice
Of that I’ve never heard
A drunk to the habit
I fall back, unable to resist
The relief of a first taste
And sick, and dirty with excess
I'm hollow with the void
Of what I have not found
I am a huntsman
After the apocalypse
Wearing my armor,
Fulfilling a duty
That no longer exists
