In Memory Of...

We've lost the link between
Here and There
And Everywhere
Seems crowded now-

Congested.

But oxygen escaping from every hole
Screams the story
Of a time when we could breathe
And not choke.

If we stop pouring out our lives
Into the melting asphalt,
Avoid the tar pits of the dreaded Now,
Will we exist as we did Then?

Witness the suicide:
Morality is dead.

Witness the murder:
Compassion bleeds quietly in a corner.

Witness the pain:
Earth writhes in bitter, incurable agony.

We have killed ourselves.