Death of Faces

Yesterday, walking and talking to myself.
Seeing scenes of the horrific, a Twitter video -
SUV spiraling into a curb full of immigrants.
A being sleeping in a bed full of limbs:

How grim.  Body folded
backwards
like
a broken lawn chair in the breeze.

They say, if they say
Anyway.

Blood has become an artificial construct.

*   *   *

Blind eyes add a certain something
to the darkness of the cosmos

Redefining starlight and light,
an expansion of imposition dictating divide.

There is a force, perhaps, internal, perhaps
external, breaking apart the icebergs -

breaking apart everything else in impactful shifts.

*   *   *

In the bubbling, boiling over

dead bodies

&

homelessness
invade the spaces/showing in funerary faces