I was asked to post something, so post I shall;
we crouched in
our spotlights
like children,
afraid of
shadows
so, blinded by
accusations &
apathy, we bore
witness to the
beginning of your
apocalypse
with hollow steps
to break the silence -
trembling prayers meant
nothing
you were the all,
the never-ending pulse.
but arrhythmia has struck
& your spanish dancers
can no longer keep step
