We stumble over headless beasts,
ten stories tall, and tell each
other we walk among men
as noisome fog boils at
our feet, a putrid
miasma;
blind,
we stumble
and sink our hands
into bloody recesses
and greet them as friends,
our speech lost to the deafening
roar of headless animals,
their voices the scream
of the wind over open
wounds,
instruments of death;
knee deep in our own decay,
we yield to the instinct to flee;
weeping;
our throats raw
with the burden of emptied
skulls, we plead, deaf
and blind, stumbling
over the headless
remnants
of giants,
we
drown,
nameless
scaffolding for
a mass grave.
Unremembered.
Alone.
September 26, 2024
