You were lost in the sea of white
for centuries we lay in deceit
flowerless, evil, fortunate to be hopeful
satin hands grope at the twined
He hunches over my grave
no questions pass over him of what was unsaid
her baby drowns in a riverbed
the world’s innocence dies a brutal death.
plumes of smoke billowing out from
stacks of paper sent spiraling away from
dreams full of plastic and houses
fields of red poppies and opium
ashen walkways through twisting paths
down mountainsides past flooded debris
buses full of tourists
They look for me but cannot see
he hosted apocalyptic scenes
from the forest of his eyes
shattered minds break beneath
bruised feet chained to their ideas
twisting around chipped china and
littered floors full of damp magazines
with empty gardens and broken fences
a fleet of the faceless all frowning at the corners
where knife’s edge meets the eager coroners
they say hello to my mourners
his bleak smear invites aggression
blackly softening the lips of oppression
shackled blistered ankles
silver tears her yoke from the skies
and we burn our paper
with its crimson stained caress
we say we are a part of each other
but every single summer we’ll ruin
our love, in the scorching sun
we’ll remember September, JFK
the nuclear bomb and the gun
thinking that I’m the only one.
Counting change until it all goes dim
turn off the sky and listen to the hum
observe the stars circling
whispers of death and desert planes
full of the craters where we had once
remained brutal and determined to outwit the pain.
The doors trapped me within the
haunted hours as meaningless tears fell upon pink flowers,
I watched them burn their towers
leaving behind a brutal skeleton
the memories of beautiful designs
the aftermath of false powers.