I am unknown

I am unknown

The tear on the face

Of starvation

The flies on the corpse

Of a baby

Fighting with crows

Weep for me

I am rested

In a sanctuary of peace

A touching image

Left to lie

In darkness

My juices

Soak into your carpet

In the shadow

Of a coffee table hardback.

Photographs of exotic plants

Heliotrope

More than a garden favourite

It is a blood stone

I am a little known fact

Lay me out

Present the truth

In breathable snippets

Over breakfast

With sound bites

I am consumption

Choke on the irony

Of decay

In the heat of an arid desert

Whilst drinking

A cold beer

Give me a minute

Of silence

Perhaps you will hear

Distant cries

In the whisper

Of a tumble dryer

Find solace in the unknown

When it remains

Beyond the reach

Of arm’s length

Think of me

Even for a moment

I am a closed casket

I sleep for you

Lower your voice

It is the least you can do.