the falling of Karma's hand

it was in the first ray
of morn it birthed
as your ego bruised
the afterbirth of disdain
smeared your face

then as light filament
moved the hands
on a sundial,
your mask slipped
unveiling the next
of contempt

then I knew
this was going to be
the longest day

I smiled and laughed as you
tore minute pieces of my skin
off my torso into streamers,
displaying your humour
to a world wide audience

but then when i thought
your depravity had found its
limits, it found the next

I am bruised as your ego
I hurt and bleed like you

I lent and found
you get back three fold
what you give out

I feel sorry for you
Karma's hand is falling.
you hate me now
and all I feel is pity