Rodrigo's Glue

His pampered days are over
The presence of his mother's nipple
has long since faded
with the color of his jeans

His bony knees peer out
only to be blinded by the rays
of moonlight that pierce the cold
and reveal his siblings

One of them will surely provide
him with the nourishment
he's been seeking with such desperation
A new nipple to give him milk

Hunger disappears with the distinction
between moonlight and the winter cold
He rests his head at the feet
of his favorite bronze saint

And permutations of a different life
invade his dreams, lasting forever
because his brothers, the saint
and the rising sun all forget to wake him