Now and Then

 severed arteries spill their blood into our hands.

the taste of swollen gods still fresh in our throats.

their eyes like crushed pennies.

their smiles sharper than the truth.

we're always too young, until we're too old.


the hours stumble.

heavy with sinking atoms.

desperate to explode.


time gathers its weapons.

as we wander through

our lingering wars. 


our skin growing louder. 

as every touch becomes chaos.