Word Without End

Read to me 

whatever overlay

you'd like 

to see

above the 

imagery 

of this whole 

world worn cemetery

that spans our

concept of

eternity

...

we won't remember

the words as much

as that picture

of our many 

laid out

side by side

interlaced

by the roots

that tie 

all of humanity

back

to us

...

atoms on the 

cusp when the

almighty force was

bored playing in

its very dust,

the fingers caked

in mustard flakes,

the eyes gone wild

like swirling lakes,

voids that dragged

odd sailors in

who never told

their next of kin

that they'd be out 

fishing so late...

...our beaten Lord

has sealed their fate

...

Read to me,

lay it all down...

...for long lost soldiers

underground,

and one's in wait of

being found...

read words in danger

of being drowned,

pour life in bones,

and take them home

upon the wings that 

once were bound

...

Epoch-ally and biblic-ally

we knew it all... Together

...didn't we... ?

the bindings tightening

mummified like gloves

from a Sphinx so oddly

reminiscent of the kitchen 

sink we tossed and 

squirmed within... 

these body bags 

we dragged on back

asking our souls

to keep...

as we conned 

our mired 

selves

to sleep

...

©

4/27/19

Bunny Villaire &

Mavia Hankala