- Vol. 04
- Chapter 05
The Last Wave Goodbye
The smoke swirls behind the glassy pane; A chamber of horrors echoing an historical fact Hidden in swastikas and genocides. Figures press forward then vanish in swirl Like a mirage on a hazy afternoon highway. Screwed eyeballs haunt the taunting shadows, Press perspiring gaze on glassy secrets. Smoke swirls and the glass wall perspires. Hand stretch forth, taunts with hope, Vanishes beneath the blinding light Of a camera bulb...flash, flash, flash...
Flashing lights whisper the tale. The house sits in the darkened corner, smoking, Cackling laughter echoing the goodbye As a hand swirls to view; same hand? And smears the window pane one time.
The smouldering offering pukes The blackened remains spilling out In gurneys and black bags, The hair stink of roasting and silent tears. The house smoked quietly, staring at the lawn, Crickets chirping in the gloom, The moon hidden in the shadows of perspiring clouds, A hand raised in a wave frozen in the bag And sirens continue their dirge.