Human rind

This is a rubbish of human rind

With a photograph clutched in the half

Of a hand in the world love underlined.

This is a girl who died in her mind

With a warm fix glue and a king called call

All the gadgets burned and the gangsters died.

This is a death in cage and blind

With an if in its soul and a hole in its life

Where the young bell tolled and the old one died.

This is a jog of young young kind

With one right hand and one black eye

And the eyes of his eyes are as lost as you'll find.