Smiles in their faces,

Solemn despair 

Their eyes behold their true nature.

Magically we speak

Rhythmically we walk

We run

Hauntingly we think

Purposed with devastating imagination

Overflowing at birth

Lost by the end.

“We used to be so creative,”

Spoken as they rush my crippling body

Three meters down 

Never to speak,

They destroy me.

Rip through my veins,

Burn through my bones,

The creativity 

Lost for a moment

Though always there,

Through the stars

The grass

The concrete walked,

Liquidated in the air

For someone else to breath

To reimagine,

Until they too,

Are rushed

3 meters down 

Into the grass 

Forgotten and destroyed 

Consumed by the world,

We call our home.