To Capture the Word

Let the page turn black,
Withering, aging.
Crumpling into itself,
And straining against the light.

Let the sparks lap up
Every inch of life
Every mile of worlds
Until there is nothing but powdered grief.

Let the inferno snap
And sing
In harmony with the screams
Of singed skin and crimson flesh
Rotting away and tumbling into the heat.

Let the fire burn down
Every taunting dream
Every mouldy heart
Every murderous gaze
Or thoughtful handshake.

Let the flames ignite
Curling black scribbles
Or corporate blocks
Until they melt into grins
Of soot
And scorn.

Let the scripts all fall
to their bloody knees
In unison.

Praying
For this hatred to look up
And see that the moon is unusual.
In a world where beauty is the ash
And ash is beautiful.

So as the years pass us by,
we see nothing,
hold nothing.
Trying to fill the infinite jars
and bags
and glasses of saturated greed.

And we parade on,
looking left and right to cross the street
but never up or down.
Because we burn the sky
And we burn the Earth.
We set bonfires
And launch humanity in headfirst.

So someday,
There will be nothing left at all.