the shredded frays tear at
his ends
as the stitches unravel in
coils and wisps,
leaving nothing but
a tatter
of cloth and string on
the floor.

and as the wool and silk
are slowly stripped
away,
they are threaded into newly
knitted sheets
set to warm the backs of
others.

his fibers are thin,
his spools bare and broken,
but the twine twists into a smile
nonetheless

what an honor
it is to see others
reap what was
ripped from his seams.