Shards of life in enfolded hands beside the shadow of the furnace. Closed eyes, envisioned, dropping the curtain of sight to reveal possibilities. Quiet moments in the argument of day.
The dead and damned scream through the mouths of the bereaved. Bellies forget their function as flies investigate redundant mouths Buildings fall at the trumpet call of missile and gun. Ashes to ashes dust to dust Eden’s legacy.
The conversation is ill-reported. One mans meat presents its poison and at the feet of God the offering is blame.