Elegy - The Jesus Lizard

The pathetic sight of your sunken eyes

The light and the dark

Of your vallied ribs

The angular lines of your hips and waist

The skeletal draw

Of your temples and cheeks

Your breath but a wisp

From your string thin lips

The acrid stink of your face and mouth

Unsound unsure… your shaky legs

Just when you’re about to

Learn to smile again

I’m going to be the one to

Teach you how to cry