what sort of ending?

by kholinar

fire licks the wounds it creates

gentle, so not to fester

ash remnants, at least,

bear some gentle comforts…

soft or coarse

they may be touched

without repulsion


water rots what it does not

wash away, sparing oblivion…

but it is no mercy.

there are dead things on the waves…

So, raven…

how can you smell an olive branch

in this cold, vulgar mess?


fragments gone or turned to black

or bloated carcass still intact?

a question gone to ground…