Left alone--
we dance
beneath
cancer's
silent hum
as voyeurs
on winds
growing soft--
as shadows
culled
from
blue
winter fleece.
Have we come
this far
only to watch--
as granite
forests turn
to dust--
glowing
atomic
fallout
snow--
albino serpents
down a
latrine
once a
stream?
The thickness
of our greed
is nauseating--
its weight
too many
barbituates
in my blood.
I sleep--
but all I see
is Hiroshima.
I ask
if even
Heaven
can defend
such gluttony--
but get
no answer.