cheeks too often turned,
                          only bloodied by the effort
                           transformed now into knowing smiles--
                         bringing myself finally
                           to etch a deep disdain
                            for all the lives not even half-formed
                             in their mockery of humanity . . .
                         the crusted filth of years
                          dries and cracks,
                            exposing the rotten core,
                              devoid of life or meaning--
                            a single righteous spit
                             topples the façade,
                              exposing the putrid swarm--
                             pale maggots without a leader
                                dissolving into nothingness . . .