Words Spoke Before The Hidden

Little Boy

We held hands on the last night on earth.

Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields

and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark

into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but

we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the

river. So we walked through the waste where the road

curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and

the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.

In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a

midnight runner."

Davey

The sky had come crashing down like the new

of intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and

formed them into shapes of stars that were like an

antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke

the hearts of the unborn as the Ferris wheel silently

slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in

hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the top of

the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would

accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize

that my ticket wasn't good for two...I rode alone.

Voice of Unknown man

You said, "The cinders

are falling like snow." there is poetry in

despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter

elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey.

Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our

names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated

somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the

darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we

lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward and

somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation

scratched into the earth like a message.