a chilling silence. a world of violets.

The captain let the madman in because he thought
it was our duty to protect what was left of us;
Never mind all we knew what remained of cities
was embraced by flame and reduced to piping

A smokey mirage floating on the coast;
we often stared into the mottled cliffside
pretending to think all life were not in these capsules-
infertile vessels adrift with no chance of docking

and a wayward motion that comforted no one
especially as the captain lifted the stranger aboard;
He who chose not to remember and not to see
the skin cracked like the surface of a desert

That throbbed so familiarly on the shore -
Yet we knew it was no friend that found us
but only a most persistent reminder;
Something forcing us to flee once more
and to scatter as specks on the ocean floor