What Became of the Fallen Empire

By Avery

So this is what the world is like
weeping sores upon her skin
like ivory hands in ivory light
making craters in the blighted
metal of the wet
crackling floor
where they lay
like broken teeth.

She knows one will rise
and take is oil film weapon in hand
admist
and in opposition to
the tinkling, blood clotting cackles

He takes fate by the balls
while all others watch
their breath becoming diamonds
too precious to be forced
from their
perfectly still
chests
and
breasts

She softly closed
her old
wise
water blue eyes
to avoid the sting

He was dust
and he shimmered like gold
when he blew away
on the departing black wind.