• We hide ourselves,
    as we always have,
    behind the grin of our skulls.
    The smile constant
    even as we slowly begin to
    disappear
    our bodies stolen away to make snow and smoke.
    And as flakes of us come spiraling down
    gristle rain
    flesh hail
    We'll think,
    we'll all think
    (because we all know):

    "I used to love them."

    But the collective silence of
    our screaming thoughts
    multiplied by zero voices
    adds up to nothing.

    And as we dissolve,
    above the ash and rush
    fly birds
    with their wings spread wide
    and wind blowing through.