&a poem
these monsters
these monsters crush stories
like bones
deep in their canyon
memories; once they were kings
smoking cigarettes
with mermaids
but the sealoves dissolved
the oceans dried
devoured the boyangels with twisted halos
who still were the purest;
holy blood ruined
kings snarling, changing
now pretend
the roaring cities won't bruise
the victims grew wings
laughing from their clouds
you can always wish
(back.)