conditionals were speculated. a referendum of flesh in a campaign of blood.
there were voices no one could hear. there were places no one had been. an autopsy of choices. a thousand cadavers of tomorrows. all of them murdered.
we drowned in the yellow of why. we wept in the conceit of how. licking the dirty needles that panic had left behind.
goading the wolf. as our straw house began to tremble. counting all the bricks we'd yet to use.
it was only time we needed. that silken curtain between then and now.
we feasted on our growing hunger.
we sipped as the flood overtook. never having learned how to swim.