I stand aghast. I am
but a snake shedding one rotten skin
for another.
My beliefs
have turned into pricking thistles
which cling to my dead scales.
My eyes
are a black tarpaulin
covering beings
wreathed by my doubting conscience.
Beings with a flickering aura.
Beings of a mournful beauty.
Beings I feed to exist
and who feed my existence.
And I shed another rotten skin...