In the valley of scorched death
the mummified
remains of those
who came before us
are losing their
peeling skin
exposing bones
as hard as
metal rods
no human life
was ever held up by
We watch them
decompose in larval
stages once they
are exposed to light
expecting new life forms
to emerge;
where the old ends
the new begins
in this no man’s
land where nothing
flourishes in the light
By the light of the polished skulls
The way forward
through the rows
of desiccated trees
is lit by
the polished skulls
of pets gleaming
in the night
leading us to
the breeding grounds
where the prehistoric
birds are creating
new versions
of their kind
The shrieks birthing
mothers make are
enough to bring
the dead back
to life
Exploring the edges
of the unknown world
where negative space
meets the black holes
of our dreams
we discover fields
of battle where
the beasts of night
meet birds of prey
heralding the beginning
of what happens
when night refuses
to end
Cave light
is swallowed once
we venture inside
where we can hear
the sound of bats
molting in the dark
hear the high pitched
whine that pierces
the soft bleeding
membranes of our
tormented ears
Even what waits
outside is preferable
to this
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