Fallen

If ever I remain fallen
It is by choice that I will not rise
If by rising my blistered lips
Will but cease to kiss
The imprint of your sole
And my bruised forehead
Desist from touching
The very tips of your toes

Let me be fallen
If by remaining prostrate
My sallow arms
Could but brush against
The skin of your heel
And my broken back
Carry the weight of your step

Let me be fallen
If by being stricken
I remain naught
But the rag before your feet