flowers for the deceased
scavengers of the washed away and faded white sky
into the void of light
hopeless and floating on pale serenity
without arms or legs dismembered in ever form
on dusty moth wings flutter in silence no speech
spoken by human tongue
formless figures dominant this place cold unearthly haven
the lotus petals slowly drop to the cracked earth one by one
dissolving into dust and reforming into blind and unholy gods