By Hundreds They Fall
full of empty bodies
by hundreds they fall
the open sky their
playground
gravity their guide
no words does she mouth
as the above is made
full
with empty bodies
thrill-junkie corpses
facing their fear with eyes
closed
payments now taken
she looks around her
and finds that everyone
else
still sleeps, eyes open
she points to the sky
and screams out the
obvious
to the swipe of cards
loud whisper of brands
has now hijacked their
language,
the logos their eyes
under a table
her hands swallow her
ears,
her eyelids her eyes
above the bodies,
the pilot remarks to
him,
"are you awake
now?"
bodies meet bodies
to a soundtrack of
screaming
bones crunch like candy
bodies meet bodies
the painful cry of
alarms
coffee hits pavement
each of their foreheads
in ink from a sharpie
pen
wears a question mark
vacant sky again
silence takes back the
empty
the stores will console.
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