twin ravens

our asphalt wingtips tore
at the ancient sky-flesh,
our claws scraped the shifting
distorted faces
of the clouds
the plush angels fallen,
yet the sun
throned high above
burnt our blackened backs blacker.

i watched below the morning-sun
numb
silent
dead
forgotten
as the teeming towers toppled
in the Tempest that sprouted
from the work
of my dying hands.

as i stood there, keeping vigil
in eyes that dimmed, unhuman soul
i Beheld
in the Ruins
the Figures
man-figures
woman-figures
Human-figures bent & weeping
dragging themselves
gingerly
traversing the barrens
where deafening silence
roared.
& one by one
as my man-form slumped and
crumpled
the ghosts of children past
tapped me on my rotted soul-wings
& whispered in my ears
"you are no longer ours..."

twin ravens

-the *dingbat* princess

p.s. the point being, the people who gave up their lives to kill others did not die as humans, on the inside.