The Human Rattle

Take
these
pills

To
cure
your
ills

And
mend
your
broken
heart

They’ll
give
you
chills

And
delay
your
thrills

But at
least
it’ll
be a
start

Grieving

Are you
sure it’s
gone?

What
about
love?

He
asked

Compassion?

Make
no
mistake

I’ve
lost
it all

She
replied

Her
face,
ashen