Collection

hung to dry or drip blood, the collected effort of twenty thousand dead floating down the street past fast food and last call looters. bullet in the head of an entire city, fired forth from the belly of a beast.

fire on top, water on bottom. buildings burn down while the sour smell of bodies traces its way to aerial photographers.

ammonia eats away at already rotted flesh as one lonely wanderer wades through all the blasphemy searching for shelter or a new home.