We Too Shall Vanish

Stiffen your spine

to abate the blooming pain

of watching warm, metallic sunlight

evanesce beyond

a hill,

and trace a fleeing ray as it

bends along the slope,

and parades to

the tune of a cicada’s

distant cry.

But as the darkness prevails,

we shall

fight a thriving urge

to claw at the motionless reflections

of pitch black eyes,

and fading lies;

and at last, we’ll be dismissed

into the painless

oblivion.