vanishing point

Vanishing Point

Off came
the face
masks &
out came
the stilettos.

The obese
king retracted
his pardons.

Up went
the gallows
down came
the guillotine.

Blood in
the gutters,
dead birds
in the

Naysayers &
raised the
battle cry.

The pace
picked up,
a faint
trace of

Children grew
horns &
goat’s feet.

Music was
the next
to go,
then high
math &
the rainbow.

It wasn’t
what they’d

The Beast

There are
no words
to tally
up the

No way
to light the
dark ocean.

All this
just before
everything vanished.

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