we must sail against the winds

a slow slag-heap-sun
slips into a
concussed sky

down there where the ice cries

a sixty a day hearse
gnarls it's grilled
tombstone-teeth

watch it. . .

snap, snap, snapping
at the haemorrhaging heels
that st-stumble on
impotent stumps

can you save it,
do you even want to stop the . . .

flailing, falling - thump
as the forest's last cough
crumbles like
charcoaled-dust?

inhale it
inhale all

. . .that choking sulphuric-air
as it licks long the
canary's strangled-song

give them up. . .

the lumps of life-clotting lungs
wrung out with the hides
the why, oh why, oh why. . .

yet, in the seamless shadows
his smile is endless

*a fist shakes hard*
. . .and the dark-eyed dice roll quick and fast

"swallow those shards, kiddo"
*a deep breath*

"yes, do it!"
"do it, now!"

and for the last time
in a bobbing bottled sea
and with the
surety of cyanide
a skull capsizes and
sin
. .k

. .s

humanities hollowed chances
now reduced to a
single
sea-bed-stained sentence:

"eventually, even the parasites
will perish!"