by Merlin Flower
theist
rumbling around, the abusive evening
Left behind a quiet night.
the dampness haunted few human
souls huddles around a fire
burning
plastics, rubbish and wood.
The fumes detonated few
memories.
As the whirlpool drained,
i rewatched my life
barely making
Waves anywhere.
Gather, as you can't crawl out of this
the tale begins
at the end of an evening
with a crammed sky of
orange Sun, free birds, clouds and dust-free air.
as the yatch went down, i thought of the
glittery necklace around my slender
never kissed neck
and
a murdered forest.
When you know, you don't
the Sun rumpled along
as
my cat left behind his collar
and
left forever
like
my Dad,
who
left behind five
ticking watches
all the while
a humongous fish ate a man in the Pacific Ocean
and
some men ate the fish,
caught, frozen, boiled and cooked.
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Merlin Flower is an independent artist and writer.