Rescue

Cradled in cold concrete, 
Tired, fallen and dead,
Lives that once held hope,
...reduced to memories now,
Like scars from wounds that have bled 
A kinship of deep comfort
An intimacy dark and complete,
Fate smiles in calibrated silence,
...at the rescue in oblivious attempts 
Fighting shy of light, in a landscape so barren and bleak.

- Mark