I do not know you, Little One
But I’ve seen you in the graves
Creeping with my ancestors
Feeding on the beetles on the stones
You call me in the shadows
In the dawn of my indifference
To your plight in the favalas
Little beedy eyes bright in the dark
Saving one
Replaced by another
I can not give you all beds
So I will ignore your plights
And drink my scalding tea
Safe in the knowledge
That I
Will not become one of you
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