god has left

god has left the building,
all flowers aspire to eat flesh
the gnarly spiky worm
is a caterpillar
that forgot its fate

all breath now is
last gasps of mighty air
in a metal tube
that fits on my
back
so curved
so bent –

this music will not be heard

if anything
against this storm
where there is no wind
no noise
no rubble
the only sound
is
a
beating heart
about
to
go