A Dark Day Takes Its Picture

Silt smears into a slow ebbing sea. A sewage of disabled flesh leaks, as a slurry of dissolution circles listlessly until it drowns. There is a tide, but its fed by breathing tubes from an unwashed sky. Bare feet trudge a listless surf, a greasy sand cakes and clings. Is this a picture of the crumbling edge of a dark day or a snapshot of departure? Camp pots and shredded shelters wallow now in a miry amnesia. Some took pictures, of a daylight Leaking into the plastic hearses of empty bottles. After an end that never ends, atomic waste not nor wants not, it fertilizes the hunting grounds of carnivorous moths. The world keeps wearing its clothes even though there is less of everything and more holes.