I’m hanging by a thread
on Virgin Mary’s mercy.
I beg to no avail.
Are they not enough?
My forefathers cried, and I am now
for the same.
Poets are said to love food, but how
can they feast with so much hunger?
“May your souls rest in peace
in the name of the Lord – Jesus Christ?
May those who carry the light be able to make amends.
Many have failed, but never will I.