Bloody eyes pleading Anemic hands reaching out Paper thin bloodless bodies Lifeless Pungent smells of life giving spirits Putrid smells of death defeated spirits Old blood on sheets, old wounds on him Tangerine hair, swollen tummies The illusion of health and food full bellies Desperate eyes hungry lips thirsty souls Starving for replenishment Still clinging to survival, clamoring for salvation The smell of death I met miles outside Inside, the look of death I couldn’t abide