Ignorance

Falling apart at the seams
Fading and losing their shape
Marked with empty words
Tied up in maddening knots
Slow to unravel
Harboring an indistinct funk
Filthy and scuffed
Torn
Battered
Ridiculed
They’ve seen the world from a worm’s eye
And shrink some more
With each attempt at renewal
These shoes have a soul
As black as leather
As squalid as dirt
But somehow march on
Without a second thought