The Shirk

I had thought to think The ice has thawed and caused this thing This thought that I had caught from a newspaper I was taught to think like the others who saw the thing How it came down still beckoning With it's long finger to the pavement The pavement. It may cause a sink Body and mind distorting The younger ones are weeping While their elders are leaving No one's sleeping with the thought That's caught them by their head It's set inside, it's set so deep No chance to hide or chance to be Left to the side. The most merciful thing left by The shirk who'd known them Was their carelessness to think upon Or correlate their components. Minds alike, akin to each other Sharing thoughts, they are one brother Shed family for another And family is another matter Bowing down on a dirty mattress Look to a shirk god of the static It seems to be so relaxing But I fit in and I'm not acting.