older
slower
hands turn
upon
the work
weak
crooked
weary
breath
shallow
in pallid
dry
mouth
void
silent
thirst
eyes
dim
in cup’s
empty
bottom
roll
drop
fall
foot
slips
wet stone
broken
cracked
slack
limp
forceless
stumbled
thoughts
vanish
thin
mist
gone
forever unborn
half-known
all fallow
wretched
soft
atrophied
useless
sits
stands
lays
as
the too
much
morning
earns
its
tears
again
