Neglected Goats

I have run out of places to bite

All my teeth hurt and something's not right

Representing all my life's tragedies

These towers of calcium now erroded by cavities

My forest of white has rot at its roots

My pearly chains about to fall loose

Soon my smile will be empty of stars

Like a city that's shattered

By famines and wars

A ghost town turned pale
Timbered up windows

Without any doors