love letters for the end of the world: viii

i rue the thoughtless passing of these wheels
above the bones of what was once a life.
i wish i could but spare a moment (in what memory?)
i'll hold this eulogy while passing by.

we are no different.
we are no different.
my life is worth as much as yours,
i mourn an equal...

what does paradise look like to you,
who lived beneath the rumble of this world?
your death is not unmourned, i wish you knew;
this smoke is rising to the gods for you.

sweet sinless life, devalued and unseen,
i rue that you are thought as but a stain.
i rue that you have never seen the green
and verdant love for which you were made.

[spoken]
(how cold. how cruel.
to live and die by the crushing hand of this city.
to know nothing but.)