Poetry

Removing the husk
I want you to find the grain;
become yourself.

The space between thoughts
must increase.
I am trying to widen –

the scope of death. Something
was alive in shadows.
The fiction was rising.

Dust and clouds will blast
together. I want to meet
the snowcapped peaks of sadness-

which brings the human-
face of flesh eaters. No bones
were left to fight for.