I glanced at him so wretchedly and egregiously
as he was immobile in a small dilapidated
hut comforting himself like in a turtle shell.

He turned the head sluggishly as chameleon
walking peripatetic and get chum in the jungle.

The skin was chalky and taut
like a crocodile rugged armoured.

His chin and cheeks were so thin dry
not accepting lotion on the desquamation
as skeletal and head hair as numerable.

Oh! My child,
resembling the face of agony day and night
without mercy on earth…on earth!