I fade like the dying twilight,
The old willow by the murky river
My only silent confidant.
Dry reed husks crunch underfoot,
Scattered like so many broken limbs -
Hollow rooted femurs
Protruding from the silted mud.
However could I have felt this?
I\'m creaking like rotted timber,
My heart pumping tears
And the poison of loneliness
Through my aching limbs.