Words Spoke Before The Hidden

Little Boy

We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields
and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark
into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but
we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the
river. So we walked through the waste where the road
curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and
the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a
midnight runner."

Davey

The sky had come crashing down like the new
of intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and
formed them into shapes of stars that were like an
antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke
the hearts of the unborn as the Ferris wheel silently
slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in
hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the top of
the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would
accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize
that my ticket wasn't good for two...I rode alone.

Voice of Unknown man

You said, "The cinders
are falling like snow." there is poetry in
despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter
elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our
names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated
somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon and the
darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we
lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward and
somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation
scratched into the earth like a message.