Thursday, August 6, 2020

Cremated

Dark and putrid gray
embrace the flooded streets;
we gaze into ash-colored sky--
all we cataract-blind see.

Find us in the haze
in our own state of death,
chasing reanimated days,
until we learn to live again.
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