After
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
carelessness
fear vanquished forever
what with no one left to fear
clocks drooped
bricks unmoored to bricks
a wave of being
warping
warped
gone
unseen
unknown.
