Scene 13: The Negatives

Restless breaths
of sinewed hands,
calloused eyelids,
and worn out bands
slowly reaching
through the sands
of copper grains
and silver lands

Haunting steps
of hollowed eyes,
withered soles,
and rapacious whys
quietly mourning
through empty skies
of lily mists
and ecstatic flies

Flickering sights
of immortal pasts,
empty futures
and nature’s last
wistfully longing
through broken glass
of mosaics shattered
in shriveling grass