Swimming

A thousand spinning, laughing heads
running through the dead of night-
night of the dead.

Wolf beside me,
turquoise teeth;
legs bent in the fire, screaming,
seething every nightly thunder;
still so full of wonder.

Crisp air, cooling fire
Streets flooded with water.
Water flooded with bodies,
a human wasteland.

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