Resuscitation

Smacks of bitter smoke;
the inheritance of post-
warzone wastelands:

godless horizons
cummed upon by
sterile acid rains

Weeds that looked like
they could be roses
snuffed out quick;

like candles
that melt too fast
were my childhood dreams

Inside a veneer of vitality,
the spurs of dry split bones
pierce-released profanities

And then I saw it…
the mirror of humanity
and the eternal lengths of

The Shatter—beyond myself,
like veins without tears
cry for blood

And you said,
your libation would
wash away the caustic;

dampen the firestorms;
bind us together
and reforest our stories

Though stranger, I
let you touch my
sharpest edges

That shock!
when your flesh gashed
upon my sable blades

so surreal I didn’t see
your death flowing through
the fibres of my pain