Dragging by the leash defunct canines

Flies fluttering like vultures in the ash

Our west has died

Its nails settled firm by utopia

The wind is breeding infection

Try your best to keep from breathing

Bodies crave shelter from the heat

Ants outside are closing in

So we lost in a haze

A strange ball where everything surfaced

All broken glass soaring

Grey feathers sailed the stale air

Hand in hand we strolled to the end

Footsteps blurred, a glare in sight

And hearts in sludge

Like windfall down the drain

Saw your face in the flood beneath

I wore my scars for you

Within passion’s dying embers

The feeble quest is no more