I wrote a poem a few days ago and suddenly it got lost.
Vanished in the void of emptiness.
It was different from this but some of the spirit is here:
Angels in the heaven call out, holy.
There’s a train passing by.
Flaps of wings through the sky.
And a sound from the ground,
Underground, a dead hound.
Worms and maggots, swords and daggers.
Let us cry, you and I.