RUMINATIONS

prose piece

Immediate blankness. Faces disappearing in an instant.

Are you happy? What is that? Look up at the sky.

Do you know my name? Who are you now? What seems to be the issue?

Here is where you begin.

Don't tell me of love. It has fallen down the embankment. Its bones are forever broken.

Beyond misery. Beyond death.

Now is the time to speak. Not later.

Make it public. Allow everyone.

Waste. Refuse. Debris.

This is not that.

Get it and get it good.