My memories remaining youngwhile my body decays,
Smoke in the lungs of the dark room.
A re-animated bodybursting out from the depthsof a barely charged computer.
Not truly known by any soul.
This face has changed.
The dust creeps across the landscapecarried by a gentle breeze.
A poem.
I’ll soon beout of the way again,
All of the mucusswallowedgathering in the gut.
Outside like an apocalypseThe sirens pass, the crunch of glass…
EyesSick with fear but still aliveThunder comesAnd sunshine goesHas it been one day or five?