1. MAUSOLEUM

I am awakened by the rising of my chest.
As, through no choice of mine, I draw my first breath.
The air hangs heavy with the woes of those left.
To bear the consequence of a life spent awaiting death.

This place seems smaller than I thought it would be,
Worn at the edges as it wakes from its dream.

Our gods laid to rest,
While new imaginings of them take place,
Pieces of the same mind rearranged in different shapes.
Recycled whispers of a time before their world was made.

The sky has opened, as Earth offers her womb
Spilling reiterations, her failures now exhumed

This place seems smaller than I thought it would be,
Worn at the edges as it wakes from its dream

Carried in the hearts of a civilization bound for death,
Their own imaginings are all that they have left.

Soil left to wither to ash as the weak are laid to waste,
Meant only to feed a hunger that no flesh could sate.

With every repetition of the cycle they perpetuate,
The gnashing teeth around them grow ever more agape.

This place seems frailer than I thought it would be,
Prepared to crumble from beneath my tired feet.
I am a wanderer of a path unraveling
As I seek a destination that the living cannot see.