Husk

We’re drawing up lines

As you speak

I feel like a husk

If you pierced me with a straw

I would crumble and turn to dust

It’s only grey matter

That’s keeping me together

Dehulling begins in my brain today

And it’s only a meter of rhyme

Like stretched wet paper

Browsing for titles amongst unknown art

Ditched calls

Missed falls

And declining health

Empty halls

Sharpening of claws

And failing wealth

We’re drawing up lines as we speak

I feel like a coconut with no flesh inside

I feel like a husk

©John de Gruyther