Dust
We are crumbling,
black coal powder cracked beings
tossed upon the stove burning umber red
slated flames rising to yield heat,
an odor bituminous powdery residue
searing the nostrils with ticks and hisses
smoldering glows of white on fading black,
smokey nostalgia that threatens dreams
dark and dank discolorations of blackened powder
as it turns
everything and everyone to dust
unrecognized.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2020
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