The Pearl Gapers

Imagine a world
Chaotic it is
Leaving a legacy of destruction Upon destruction
And a single pearl gaper
Lingering under the weeping willow
Quiet in its orb of immobility and Truth
Idle only in its actions
Existing only in its own agonizing Regret
With every blood that drips
Tugging at the tree’s long arms with every sorrow
Leaving it bare
This world where their eyes sting
As they stare
Unblinking
At the bodies through reflective Glass
Their hearts sizzling as they beat With rusty acid
But their souls unmoving
Still shaking in their pulpits of Growing darkness.
This-
This is our world.