Afterwards,
With no ears to hear.
The winds were quiet.
Snow fell with molecular baggage:
Ashy regret tied onto every flake,
Tainting the once white backdrop,
Replaced by a shadowy stain.
Where land before laid,
Only the smoldering remained;
Existence erasing from an invisible poison,
Slowly,
Surely.
With no one around to bear witness,
None born to the task of askinig:
What/When/Where/Who?
…
Why?
Life, though,
Finds a way upwards,
Breaking free from the layer of history,
The dark and tight blanket holding us together,
And just in place;
The war took a toll on all the Earth,
But consistency most of all felt the blow,
As reality slipped farther away daily,
A fleeing from reason,
Not from devious machinations,
Rather, the obeyance of the one Truth:
Die Natürliche Ordnung.
Post-Neology 