We

[the facade]

We

We scurried to find
the fury benign.

We left the barren shore
well-meaning for more.

For Death's sickle had battered us with time
and with time bettered us for death.

We were now united in hollows
and, newborn, waded in the shallows

that was our river - a stream of bodies
fused by Love, Love, Love-

making the sharps drown in the void.
The current eroding our singular souls,

blunting our bodily edges
that etch into fleshes.

Drowning deeper
into the depths
We sharpened our eyes
against the darkness
to come
and hoped to keep
them holstered.
And darkness came.
Savagely,

We drank of the river
while wrecking our livers,

until We had been quenched
and there was
only darkness left
of the depth
where I saw
what I had always …
The horror.