Amesoeurs

Half aware that an eye will gnaw at the other
Continuously of a contagious reek,
Awakened by nagging pain,
A resigned body withdraws in silence.

In the hearts of dead cities
Men without faces wander
Employing their cancerous pores
Against the impassive crowd and the walls of steel;

A Hell of bloody steel
Where the beings get lost and rot;
Identity trimmings which they throw then replace
Missing for nothing or anybody