Distant laughter intermingled
with birdsongs
haunt
the dead city as the fog of
subtle absence of human sounds
no cars
or even footsteps or heartbeats
only a mild sun
and embers of orange leaves
surfing upon a dull autumn breeze
* * *
My childhood idly moped about
a desolate crossroads upon memory lane
under a night-blue sky
The fire shimmered
into nothingness in the west
The stars shrouded
the sunlit swingsets
and curious pebbles
in moonshine sunsets
and snow-melted springs
I stirred, slurred the reflected
pools of moonlit memories
on the rocks,
and the earth
rumbled and thundered
sundered and crumbled
as armies with unsigned search warrants
hammered through the
sun baked dirt walls
like the tide on a child's sandcastle
and flames hailed from
the nothingness of the cosmos,
meteorites striking magically true
to the wombs of women
and the tombs of heroes.
The gentle whisper of
a silent city once so beautiful
covered now
with moss and unearthed corpses
Merciful Love, save us.
