Lonley nose

A part of the dying man
cut off from its rightful place
sits there, there still
in the dark corner by itself

That part, a nose, an aristocratic nose
humbled more that its owner ever will
motionless there amazed from being alive
and sad more, finding none like itself, alike

Then, it knows its time
so, it looks up towards the gray world
where dead hands dead feet
dead whole heads and dead empty eyes
and what not's that made man, complete
lay in chaos, way-laid lay cut off
Alas! not like itself, so alive
kicking and well
picked up by scavengers now and then
tis' a feast like none another,
but to go further, thinks the author
tis'  be not one worthy tale