I monolog to the barren universe :

“Malleable skulls wriggled
in my clutches; their
condemner.

As cadavers
they were solemn as they vowed:

‘We should have run faster.
We should have bawled louder.
We should have, we should have.’

There were so many should haves in their void eyes
as I looked into the open breast cavities before me,
pulling the many
blood bursting strings.

I and they—they and I,

danced to the lulls of their demise…

We were friends now, ticking as we bled.
We were friends now, tocking as we said:

‘The clock is mocking: round housing around our lives
to the inevitable approaching night.’

I was them. (Innocent and dead)

And that is why they
were deficient when they fled.


I whispered into my sullen chambers:

‘They came to me like waves.

I am not to blame—

So easily: they came to me like waves.’”

And I barreled back—eyes rolling in ecstasy—
as I touched all that I had
maimed!

My brow married cobble.
My world, a hiraeth, unseen.
My world, a hiraeth, unseen.
I spun, I spiraled, into the scarlet sea…



The dead; they are my family.