this summer part 3

and the third and last one...

In smithereens:

In smithereens,

The sense hereafter!

Inside the wreck

Time has been capsulated.

And if beauty was to flow

If it was to hold, in

Denial,

The voices whispered

And then pretended to

Die

For a while…

In a raucous spell

Dragging fury and filth

The shapes cascaded

Upsetting the songs

As they split and deteriorated

In vain, in pain

The voices cried

And then died

For a while.

Do you hear them now?

Do you hear them?...