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.