the birdless sky had exchanged places with the littered earth,
children slept on the clouds and the moon lit up the ground
blue and green sunspots evaporated into empty cigarette packs
silver haired creatures grew from the shining waste, spitting
their victims came numbered for their revival into purity
blackened hands held their necks under the glimmering water
useless and pale, they drowned in flashing kaleidoscopic rivers
bodies emptied of grudges as their scaled foreheads imploded

fishermen looked on. their clarity had tried to hook the dead back to life
all they caught were frozen limbs, their tears could not warm them
dying of sympathy, they flipped coins into the river, wishing for solace
but their golden coins floated, worthless, back to the surface.