I Pray For You, Reader
I pray for you, reader, a life of pain—
Led by a hateful sun that disrespects
The shade. Your spine, curven under the oxen's
Curs'ed burden; mind hooting with the owls
For sanity yearning; soul crowded out by Doubt,
That saboteur in solemn cloak; and but
A brimming cup of loneliness to quench
Thy thirst for love, friendship, fraternity—
Till you adorn the armor of the hero
Thou prayest saveth thee.