I cast a glance about the room,
it was empty, an avid void,
as if the very dust had deemed it uninhabitable.
The city was likewise bare
as silent as a mortuary,
yet beautiful and violent,
like the head on collision
of two flower trucks.
I railed against such immaculate devastation,
if the city heard, it gave no indication
and I was forced to search
elsewhere for dust.
HG – 1995-2000
