Down the Dumps

Down the dumps Fog everywhere, walking on a mass of corpses sludge of rotting flesh, sinks deeper into arms and legs embracing me like I should be one of them. Swam ashore in the lake of loss, soup of death banks of bones. A woman in white helped me up; she too a haze and disappeared. Totter in a desert of nothingness, heard footsteps death wanted me to return to the lagoon of reconstructed dreams. Heart pounding, but there, the horizon’s dawn the sun of life warmed my face if only briefly. The sky rained the blood of the evicted. Drops of rubies, in each one, the nucleus of me lies and delusion engraved.