Dragging by the leash defunct canines
Flies fluttering like vultures in the ash
Our west has died
Its nails settled firm by utopia
The wind is breeding infection
Try your best to keep from breathing
Bodies crave shelter from the heat
Ants outside are closing in
So we lost in a haze
A strange ball where everything surfaced
All broken glass soaring
Grey feathers sailed the stale air
Hand in hand we strolled to the end
Footsteps blurred, a glare in sight
And hearts in sludge
Like windfall down the drain
Saw your face in the flood beneath
I wore my scars for you
Within passion’s dying embers
The feeble quest is no more
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