The Perseids

Alcohol into me like a meteor
into the sea
the burn, the strike
rising steam
the shock, the wave
rolling through
never to break
it devours the shore
drowns the city
scouring away life
the dead swim in ruins
bob in the mad froth
left to dry
as worms after the deluge
carrion for scavenger chickens
pecked clean
until only bone
bleaching
in tangled crisscross piles
the remains
on the beach, in the streets
the morning after
depression in the wreckage
despair for the future
such a loss
the scale, the weight
bearing down
the unrelenting sickness
screaming for medicine
breaking the seal
the twist, the pour
the need for more lost rocks
a thousand streaks in space
descending
coming home
my friends
my goodnight lights

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