Time settles now into a heavy blanket
of ash, traces patterns on flesh. Grey.
Time was your eyes
were a sky, and mine sought stars,
(something like joy) what perversions
contained in that dream?
and as I knelt there in the dirt
the shells destroyed me
Sliced epitaphs into my knees.
And the time that once slipped
like a fish, so fast my fingers caught only rock
has jolted to a stop, a screen door