The sun shutters at the thought of weeping

the earth shines in its dampening embrace.

The sky crumbles beneath your smile,

your tongue and teeth drip down my face.


And the crows sing in a battlefield

ridden with ghosts of a bloodier past.

Our hymn shimmers in its casket,

we both knew it would never last.


But we lay here in the fiery wake

of a skeptic’s corrosive grin,

acid slowly seeping from the cracks

that litter your heavenly chin.