I’m of no use now
To you or them
Nor him
Or even her
I’m full of empty
From too much use
Too worn
To even care
So what’s your pleasure?
More of me?
My blood
A broken bone?
Break me up
Till I’m no good
Dead weight
But not quite gone
No liquid here
To quench your thirst
Poison pours
From my dry tears
I’m no use now
To the trees
I’m fallen
Nowhere. Still Here.