​107. Nothing but Dust

When they’re formed

And warm and breathing,

And the skin is new day

Soft, there’s no harm

In it. No worry that ventures

Forth from their hearts

Because the monsters

Only seem to be external.

But then they grow, bright

Sponges that they are,

Soaking all the sin

Around them, their

Skin goes dry, and you

Remember how everything

Is nothing

But dust.