Judgement
Judgement
The dead can wait
Their time has run out
Run out past reasonable endings
They waited
As the wind whirled
around them
As the trees fell
about them
As the water rose
Waited, alone, each one
no matter where ~~
In dark breathless attics
On blinding bright roofs
Among thousands in dark halls
Howls seeping into their sleep
Waited, in the unbearable heat
Small bones clutched
to mothers' breasts,
beyond weeping
Lives as fragile as dandelion fluff
as eggshells or candle flame
Gone
They can wait for
Judgement
They are of no time now
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