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.