stabbed through the mildew and webs
the wafting presence heavier than fog
yet able to soil the reddened monument
the stench unmistakable but submissive
a found language that was familiar long ago
the bricks around a rubbled dearth
indistinguishable crackling still in now deaf ears
obliterated once taken upon the shorelines
a dream in its screaming demise suspended
in repetition; where the body it's supposed to settle
upon beyond decomposed and gone
in the broad daylight, in between depressions
wherever cage or unkind axis momentarily awaits it
