lapping waves on the shores of hell
over expanse of red clay & dust
on another planet
black buzzards circle above
pick at bloated corpses –
not in our solar system
far away, in hell
where deities don’t exist
torment (in our language)
is pleasure to them
they don’t talk to me
only stare, quizzically
under blazing red sky
wondering if these screams
sound like harmony
(Photo by Lea Tell on Unsplash)
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