THE FAREWELL OF MEN.

He sat; devoid

of motion.

Empty, blank

without remorse

or ambition.

He sat; devoid

of misery,

mayhem, madness or

violence.

He sat; devoid

of loneliness

openness, care.

Missing neither love

nor apathy.

I sat; overflowing

with sorrow.

Mourning perched

itself in my throat and

guilt sung its

lullaby.