To the right hand’s palm curled around a wisp, 
Something so gentle as a willow’s switch.

To veins intertwined in flesh,
    Taking life into leather skin, 
        And the beloved lungs that lift the chest,

Gaze kindly, noli timer—
 May we all be pulled,
   Gently,
        From muddied waters, 
            Clay keeping us tender; kindred—
How could I meet a more masochistic muse?
Left to sterile stares, and the case’s cold desolation—
    Without meaning or mercy.
Humanity,
    Tell me the being persisted when the was body sunk.

If I could only take the hand,
    Unearthed now,
And feel the innocent touch of what I will become.