After by Harris Coverley

Harris Coverley

bones idle
tombs open
under a darkened sun

cadavers stripped by the elements
maggots gathered in feasting orgies
the great cycle in motion
the planets rejoicing—
                 what remains of them anyway

giant footprints
obvious from above
whispers of destruction

fear vanquished forever
                 what with no one left to fear

clocks drooped
bricks unmoored to bricks
a wave of being


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