words fall like rain
sliding off of dead bodies
laying in the mud
left to pool underneath
around them
gradually engulfing faces
limbs
laughter
sadness
joy
memories seeping into the earth
step forward
go deeper and deeper
crushing bone beneath naked feet
feeding the mud new blood
adding another body to its collection
rinse and repeat
through the ebb and flow
of time’s rhythmic hum
yet life braves each rising tide
with renewed gusto
pretending that it has allies
as if their existence did not stem
from the violence and chaos
of an amoral universe
