DAY OF VENGEANCE

Drown in your eyes

sink to the bottom where

limestone and salt preserve

shells, anemones cling

Women of Lot, turn around

cover your eyes, follow them or change bodies

do not see the meteors crashing down in flames

the inhumans melt in the streets

The massive earth continues to move
fissures the stone, crumbles life

cracks between the fingers

from thumb and little finger to dust