Dag: 21 september 2015

Fingers I

and so the final nails clawed,
tried to grab on to
things groped brittle
and gone

High up in the trees
the monstrous brutality
we once called
humankind, roared

A cry of victory
over everything
worth competing for

It was a gloriouslly
hollow day

as the sun gently
comforted the nothing
that remained.


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