ender

Scream! At the piles of rust!

Scream! At the heaps of misery you created!

Scream! At the brittle bones you left to dry in the sun!

it rained and it rained and it rained and it rained

and it rained

and it rained.

and i felt the water welling up inside of me

and i screamed in agony

and all of the water came rushing out and flooded the world

What machinations of man and machine rush toward us,

thundering nearer every moment at lightspeed?

Creases in our folds become smoothed out,

it has been raining for two days.

i wonder when it will end

this grand deluge

or perhaps it is the end?

they say they’re open-minded 

until i open my mind

the music will never ring in his ears again

the music goes on to infinity but never reaches him

the music’s bells jangle to emptiness and only emptiness

is there music if there’s no one to listen?