bloats under the circling vultures.
The four riders
erupt from the putrid carcass.
Goodness retreats into the shell
of a coward’s design.
The shell breaks open only from within.
Such is its mineral structure.
The evolution of a thousand deaths.
The deployment of loneliness.
In ten thousand years
Misfortune’s bones will be unearthed.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney