From the Depths

The earth falls  still and shallow.

death infertile and suttle.

Lightning binds bile, a torch to tongue.

Silent nightmares fill the streets.

Houses on a journey, stones wailing in wait. 

maelstroms, cataclysm of words and images.

God watched in silence as we destroyed ourselves.

Inevitible they said, only a matter of time.

The earth falls dark and empty.

A mere shadow of its former self.