Empty Shell

Tight skin is worn, white teeth soon torn
from roots, where whistle once dared Time.
Though here we warn ambition scorn
who grasps the thistle, stops scared climb
upon greed's back till envy's sting
diverts pride's track, will downfall bring.

Most are foresworn before Death's dawn
sets skin a-bristle, fear's enzyme
warms flesh, as gristle few will mourn, -
working double overtime,
counterattacks relief to bring
all's empty shell before knells ring.

(23 February 2004 robi03_0990 XXX_DEJ)