the day after we laid waste to the sky

our heaven
the color of a lost war

full of lingering thunder
and tears of angry gods

smoke and blood
rising in plumes

burning clouds

over encampments

the stench of death

ashes and whispers of ghosts
filling lungs instead of air

the living grateful
for their remaining limbs

as you speak of sunken confluence river stones

long since
catapulted over the watch tower walls
i built
to keep you from climbing
kafka’s tree
infiltrating me
my better off without you peace

all i keep of you
is an empty box

let’s not get weepy now, darling

we have eaten all the stars

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