white man's burden

he looked at me with eyes like oranges
i could hear the empty in his breath
and by the way he was behaving
i peeled his eyes, with nothing left.
the citrus juiced from iris to iris
never brave, the boy.
he stumbled breaths like a push down the stairs
with words on his knees, syllables in his hair
and he looked at me and said"i don't have the hearts of men
i've a heart too big.i'm a crossbreed of stallions and carnage and cabbage and i hate the way you live."
it wasn't just me, it was everything
i was the burden. he was above
the cities of wires and windows and wallets
and spiders and villains and dreamers and pockets
there were cities of wires and windows and wallets
devouring my light like hands by a glove.