Compassion: a leaky bucket 
carried across dusty plains
scorched earths and deserts,
leaving desiccated wells
in its wake; crumbs lefts to bake
a tart dry as bones –
no remorse, no real home. 

Bucket: an untamed unicorn
trotting across the unloved plains 
through the tingling truths
of white flour hands, crumbs of life 
– left behind.