[Lubesh]

Would the white stark powder
turn a motley shade of you
When indifference bakes them highly
and turns to ashes their new hue.
Why were you late?
What hate of carnivorous fate,
Prevented your rescue?
You said one day, you would
Save my bones,
That you’d be there that day.
Was it in your way - were you waylaid?
Why didn’t you care enough anyway?
And as you are crushed and pummelled
Into all you know,
And as happens your fate
Is ground into the dust
Because maybe you were too busy
Maybe you didn’t care
Maybe despite your talk
She could have been anyone, anywhere
But whoever she was
You were too late
Just to save her.