Hovel

We live on borrowed time
In a borrowed place, breathe
Borrowed air, and drink
Metered water as sparingly
As we can without dehydrating.
The walls are covered in the
Spores, visible and invisible,
Of a mould that might kill
Us if we breathe in too hard.
This is a cardboard world,
And soon it will be as sodden
As the will we have to carry
On living like this.

R 28/03/2025 20:19