Scattered and starving
Dying under the burn of streetlights
They are crushed into couples
Pushing by in a rush of jumbled, self-absorbed sexual theft
Patting themselves on the back
for making the other one smile,
falling back into a muted complacency
The soft void rolls out
Uncrossing lines moving forward
their eyes marking their passage
The full myriad of heaven and its colors
opens above them
in a flourish of feathers and trumpets
Streaming like the strings of a hundred thousand balloons
The Host
Passes over
They risk a glance at each other
See death in both eyes
and a halting smile
that slips
they turn back to their feet
Searching
but under their feet
passes only gray
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