Le Shaque

Man stacks stiff carcasses
To make his home
Hammers hardened drops of blood from the earth
As fasteners
Forming a crude shack
In which he dwells
Imagines he's home
When it's just a charade
Just a facade
Not the Real

When will he awaken
Crawl out of his tomb
And begin to live?

 

                   --unAsleep