Comedy, Divine

In the far distance,
a beacon, a babel.
For now, that, and silence.
Men stop in their tracks
to stare blankly,
at Chaos: muted.
They think of searing flesh
the inordinate # of fucks they give.
In that flash, they hear his laughter.

An explosion in the sky,
in its monstrous silence.

Created: 2020-03-01 Sun 22:48