grafted personalities with wind-blown hairdos did the desert dance in sand filled bedrooms while clutching arid histories against milk depleted breasts
hope crumbled as swirling dirt devils divided what happened
with
what was wished for
we can’t taste the innocence of a sour dairy kiss anymore, without wondering which farm you wandered away from
developing a future, progeny
will cease
birds will fly
dogs will bark
worms will weasel through holes, no longer visiting the sea
we came together, for destruction
brought together, so they could continue on