Sky Fall

The soundtrack
was the scraping
of leaves’ fingertips
tracing hopeless paths
along the ground
in the wind.

Every sentence
was the click of a gear
ratcheting ever-tighter.

Every word
would be held against us
until the evidence
fit the case
we knew we wanted
to make.

The only question left
was who would
start climbing
out of our
crater
first.

-GD Butler

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