Poetry

After reaching, near- 
the crumbling wall, you 
enter the moment, for 
want of an apology. 
 
The surge walks with 
the moon for a- 
beheading. I was unaware 
of the kindness. 
 
The fierce revenge of the 
night. Somewhere there was 
an aberration. Two stark naked 
kin went down fighting for a fish. 
 
It was homage to the 
pain after summary execution. 
There was no resistance left 
after the merciful end.