There is nobody left there
a throng gathered waiting
The people you came to kill
had vanished into thin air
they came and they called on their plastic box device
and flames we took for games fried brains and let us leave
waiting for them ask for more expired days
important truncated oats and wheat chaff to the feedthe quiet afternoon
the endless glory of minutes
Here, at the Ruinscape - we wonder at the minds that
brought us this hiddious expanse warped thoughts
executed in explosive charged seconds shades were sent
over the eyes made of silver cement
the pain left behind by thieves
and
the wooden bench
They all came to collect their debts
one by one
they left
in a queue
bent
and
harried
by death