Gone, a poem allowing simple thought for the same things

Gone

Let the body on fire.
Smoldering ruin, blurp up soul-foul heat
Slice through the crust, ice layed a grey coat
Crack across the fakery and drip splendid; exposed.
The Siren rains
black stones fall
But we are already gone.

Mocking crows call
obscuring sun, granite ruffle
Stuffing pulled out lay red upon blue
Steel locks crisscross and form squares
But we are already gone.

Choke heavy sick flabby white underwear
pasty slab dimpled without care.
White black checkers won upon the crown,

You hate us.
And we are gone.

-DK