6 july 2020
Death Was Growing
This was profanity.
A dead club moss resurrects,
when you sprinkle the water over
dried wrinkled leaves.
From darkness to light
you break the bowl of an angel
and the invisible spills out.
Brother in terror -
of mixed turbans.You smell
the burning flesh all around.
Speed of light from superflares
was not colossal, than the blast of man.
Look, it is still dark here..
Now climb the holy
hills, rising like the breasts
of weeping earth, to collect
the daisies for final call.
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