Another contribution from Sohail!
Lying among the corpses of the forgotten,
I awoke to find birds, teacups, planets and stars
In constant motion
The humans that I met would dissolve into teardrops.
They would disappear from view
And never be seen again
Machines would work and kill
Pollute and nourish
Inform and lie
Be used and discarded
In the end I witnessed
Movement ceasing
Multiplicity buried
Life dying
Sohail Dean
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