• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 05

Playful images

Out of the dense
curtain of a cold mist
sticking out—
a thin hand,
fingers splayed out
trying to grasp
the last link
to a reality grim
or, letting go
the whole thing.
The spectral shape
resembling a shovel
used by a travelling Reaper
or, an imprint left by
a marauder from
an army of the barbarians
on a wall/screen
as a mocking testament
to the vanquished.