Disperse my children
For the birds of prey have finally come
I was idle in their absence.
Unmotivated, yet paranoid
as if the knowing were enough.
As if I truly needed to be my own
witness in a crowd of weeping eyes
and tender, sickly smiles.
The destruction I noticed mimicked
the small, obscure game board pieces
I’d owned when I was bored
and reckless and fascinated with the
science of breaking things.
–the leaving and taking of whatever part of my
soul I’d put into them.
But now the birds of prey have
finally come to destroy the rest.
Answer the stunted, painful prayer
of my twisted longing.
You see, fear curled and writhed in
my belly like a snake; it turned
the things I ate to ash and
Flee, my offspring, for the devils
have come to raze our city to the Ground.
Artwork provided by Anita Rollins, VOX Staff.