A thousand mile strand of barb wire, somehow just this one strand hanging like a tightrope between posts, sometimes a mile between them. And every barb, formed from the heated pillars of black smoke, the raging furnaces of molten anger at each pillar’s center, so hot that they consumed the world as it , melted each barb into a perfect heart.
Then thousands of crisp ash statues of everything the fiery anger ate alive, sucked every nutrient and life force from them, and flash roasted them, into perfect shapes, the last measure of each ones existence.
Even the folds in their clothes were perfectly preserved, formed into something that had the quality of burnt toast, but more resistant to the forces of nature. They were sculptured lava rocks only more ashen and bone like.
So horrific they were and yet beautiful too, not ugly in death throws, curling and writhing in suffering like the bodies of Hiroshima or Dresden were in the photos I remember seeing as a boy.
It was as if God himself decided that horrific images of death had no more purpose anymore to teach us anything about life. As if we ever grasped the lessons anyway.
So here it was, 80 square miles of women pushing shopping carts, kids on bikes, dogs jumping for sticks. people making love, fighting, looting, mobs beating someone senseless, bottles nestled in the mouths of babes, content in their carriages.
But of all the macabre scenes set before us, nothing seared their blackened imprints in our hearts, or little pink’s brain cells, which had now begun to gray with every charred toasted statue of human existence we came across, nothing, not even the birthing baby, struck us like the teddy bear lady.
There she was in baggy clothes disheveled and pushing a shopping cart that was decorated with vines and flowers blooming. And inside the cart teddy bears. Lots of them, fifty or more, and all in men’s underwear pinned almost like diapers. One she tied and hung around her neck like a back pack.
Her face was looking down, deep in thought, unaware of the coming force of the unexplainable force of physics that was coming and soon transformed her world in an instant into a strange art gallery of the end of humanity.
I Asked brain. ‘So If You Had Been Here, What Would You Have Hoped your black statue of eternity would be for us to find?’