they said the world ended with her breath
but mine began when she sang
the graveyard music bending to her will
the dancing funeral pyre worshiping her
giving their ashes as tribute
to the temple of destruction
all there is now is earthquakes
called by screams
and fake blood smeared on plastic stones
trickle down, trickle down
make the end of the earth suit you
match your lipstick to the rivulets of the city
breath deep the salt of anxiety
spit out the bones of panic
she never feared death -
the dust could not hold her down
