Slowly disrobing, a dying man cried openly

Exposing his wounds to a good-bye world

In soft, poignant tones he uttered needed words

Please don’t avert your eyes from my scars

Tears of joy quench my haphazard eyes

Ghastly wounds came of life altering climbing

Of hostile mountains, deadly cliffs and Godly trees

My travels fused to my mortal-shell, mercifully

When I am worm and water food, again I’m happy

Live, live, live! Your world will make you new skin