Magic dreams that once fueled every being,
decayed into infectious nightmares; leaving
some to loathe the coming of each dawn.
Jaundiced eyes peer from skeletal sockets
reflecting fear of not inevitable death, but
the agony of yet another day of survival.
Frail backs with their symbolic curve,
seemed to have long prepared their bodies
for the day-long scavenge of the garbage bins:-
What a pity—that some—dying ones must also eat.