one wrinkle in the fur changed the sea into roaring tigers. fire-spitting reactors. roads off the orbit, the houses drifting on the foundations of water.
classrooms become a morgue. the writing is in black chalk. no snowman fills the empty mirrors. from this no man's land only the splinters of cries stick out.
tracks of runaway horses, the horse- men of the apocalypse thrown off. what cherry tree will ever dare to blossom here again? who can live in hollow words?
and yet there is bier and birth. between debris and breaking earth's crusts a child is searching the sky for souls. airlifted, they sink back as flakes.
