The Silver Line

Follow a ghost and enter into a numbing

That robs the red from the brick

And the edge from the knife

To stand victorious amongst crowds of the phenomenal dead- grieving nothing now but the loss of grief


By the dint of whim, mutant gene or dangerous exposure to certain quantities of gamma radiation

The stiff proboscis nor the writhing of the thorax could rend the dark

Moths in their thousands disembodied- entombed- bereft in each, their fibrous frames.

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