The Silent Explosion
The violent departed,
Punches a crater in the face of the earth,
A thunderous crack roaring out from the spot where you fell,
Stripping our skin from the shape of ourselves,
Dragging us to our knees.
The silent explosion,
Stalks through the rooms of this house,
A suffering spectre stuck in the midst of new strangers,
Howling the hour and fighting for form,
Alive in the whites of our eyes.
The constant winter,
Drowns what’s left of us in slow falling ash,
A breathless snow sat over our eyes and numbing our fingers,
Freezing our salutes as stoic as statues,
Hands to the sky.
The final goodbye,
Sounds through our hearts in endless static,
A wide-eyed lullaby strung over a fracture five miles wide,
A soundtrack now to lead you down,
Where we can’t go.
