To whom it may concern
Homes are filling up with dead
Palaces are blossoming
Kings are growing behemoth quick
Children gasp and birds are dropping
Flies are multiplying
Sound is raging as a humming monster
To whom it may concern
To whom it may concern
Hopes are plummeting from bridges
From long barrels
From barbed fences
From beds
All the light is narrowing
Into a steep climb towards normality
The world is shrinking, simplifying
Groaning loudly but unheard
Moaning empty but overflowing
To whom it may concern the poetry has left
The abstract splash
The leisure stroll
The tree and bush
And feral flower allowed feral
All fasting away towards gone
Mirror reflections echo endless
Minds flip on and off as light-switches
Meadows are pancaking
To whom it may concern
Words are being hollowed out
And stuffed full of gun powder
The gods have been run aground
And sacredness has been bled under
To whom it may concern
Dreamers
Wanderers
Voyagers of the soul
Are being squeezed into nothing
To whom it may concern
We are a wink away from forgetting
From detaching
Evaporating
Bloodletting
To whom it may concern
The human hand has snuffed quiet
Pinched flat
Too many flaring wicks
So many insatiable tongues salivating
Too many hungry licks
To whom it may concern

To whom it may concern

I am very much afraid

Very much in fear

Of all of it