Lawrence the cockroach man

Sat in an old armchair
Is a man in his fifties
No eyes, tongue or teeth
health neglected just disease

One may not know if he is awake
He is still noone can read him
The way to know when to feed him
Is to lean in and check his breathing

Large agile cockroaches use his body
His opened cheeks his unkempt hair
Their extra appendages sharp and scary
Sinister insects yet meticulous and caring

Cleaning and eating from each horrid sore
The man shows relief when they start to gnaw
The size of mice scuttling through him
Keeping him alive through the dust and dim