The Living Death

Tonight, come for moon watch. 
I will show you the night birds. 

There was an impasse to find 
the missing link for peace. A story 
will not end in the water. A long 
border was interrupted by the 
wriggling snakes. 

Of flesh. I will talk about the panic now. 

You were collecting the flowers 
from the ashes of dehydrated body. 
I am leaving the race now, 
to pay the debt of death. 

A pink sky starts the endless struggle 
to retrieve the black sun.