Abandon

Each day I have waited for you
By barrels filled with empty sand—
The long pipes lying beside them
Are layered with dust by misuse,
While wires that hang overhead
Still squirm with waning energy.

Yes, here, amongst the rats at night
With their growls of putrid wrath,
Have I grown weary of lonely waits;
The hot rays of waning sunsets
Glanced my cheek, whereas my beard
Grew long to touch the twinkling stars.