david korte photographs

I will not be of this world for long,                                                                                                in this skin of pain and hunger.                                                                                                   Like vultures, you gather,                                                                                                        waiting on my final breath.

For you who inflict such pain of cruel proportion, may my flesh taste bitter.                    For you who pull me down, see the consequence of your actions,                                      share the misery of my day.

Perhaps I will see you in another life.                                                                                         And so I will remember you.