We knew they were disappearing, receding into the vapor or perhaps it was our imagination. Our fears amassed, unfinished.
Birds once buoyant trapped in the infected sky. Packs of animals roamed, their consecration an impossibility according to the laws of nature.
The first man remained lost. The second unclaimed. The third had not been allowedto combine the offerings left on the tiled table. His suffering insufficient to qualifyas tragedy.
Words were eliminated from dictionaries—bridle, ruin, barricade, lapidaries, famine, clay,sparrow, genocide and yarrow—
Where is the word for longing?the word for love of what is unsalvageable?for the panic of children and ash?
I would have starved if I hadn’t turned away from the white-washed houses—And you, kneeling in the bright grass with your magnifying glass, in search of moss-laden patterns. You said distance in your sleep. You said rain.
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