Screams of Harmony (a poem)

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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