Mercury spills, shines!
beneath the torchlight moon.
Searing eyes blink
a primeval rhythm
in shadows
of decaying skyscraper walls,
where once-people hide in fear
of zombie feet, shuffling
through the sand
of long since ground-down
window panes – returned to earth,
where their ancestors left them
and escaped into
the well of night.
Now no memories remain
to give them cause
to crave green grass,
nor to save their soiled sphere
in space – lost
like native’s laws
they breath
genetic soup – once air,
now an ocean
Of mutating spores;
They wait
and do not remember
why …