honeycomb
craters
unhindered
by the
vacuous
charm
footsteps—wagon-sized
circumference
barren lots
molten
display—
earth
aflame
machismo
died
in
the face of wisdom
…and
we cuddled close—
shivering
silent, huddled still
above
the dining wood,
plates
filled, utensils primed
abdominals
stifled
by
sounds beyond
in
what felt like lifetimes,
motion
thawed locked bone
breakfast-long
past cold,
devoured
swift
deafness
lingered minutes long
curiousity
prompts opened eye
seeing
a variety of ghosts
now
walking the aftermath
nausea
sickens the retraced path—
yet
alive we stand; together still
Your psychic powers were at play today, just got done watching Supernatural at my bay. So yeah the apocalypse did fail, like how machismo died through wisdom, does tend to be the case a lot of times. Especially if you know those dirty rotten little green men are coming with their probes..haha
ReplyDeleteThis is chilling. I really like "motion thawed locked bone."
ReplyDeletesomehow there are lots of emotions in this..read it several times and they seem to walk like ghosts between the lines..not yet really palpable..but def. felt..
ReplyDeletei read this last night...and i came back to it...i like together in the end...i wonder too if this speaks to our moments of apocalyse or drawing near through out our lives...in the end we are still together and that is important...i guess it is all in the learning not to repeat the same...in retraced paths.
ReplyDeleteIt ends with realization that we are still here after the fire. Wagon sized foot prints smoldering destruction. Saw the survivors slowly coming back, not knowing how long they've been hiding there, then realizing they are hungry -- so fundamental, so basic. The steps of reawakening. Comforting end, alive and realizing the connection.
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