Each night upon the darkness someone is sketching
with
black ink invisible words for the
world
to see
Each
day the stories pound upon each other in layers
creating
narratives of darkness that are void and
rich
in blackness
Each voice drains life from the wounded with an impact
that
punches out humanity leaving spectacles of
brittle
broken hollow bodies
Each
face that carries a story tends to deflate from repeating
and
cadavers become sore from the rubbing of too many
sympathetic
hands
Each
dishonest tongue wraps itself around bones looking for flesh
that
has been consumed by gravediggers in the
cemeteries
of truth