Statues

I... see... out the foggy window,
that shattered,
broke...

Fell on my ceramic hand,
broke my pinky,
and the tree's gently swayed,
and the screech of
pain...

Was released...

Who? Who? Who?
calls the owl.

Sudden stop
in the gray,
...and gravity has it's way.

The night
engraved
with dust and stone,
Body
statues
in time...

Ash turns to stone. Ash turns to stone...
...as we turn to stone.

Daylight
is ways away,
smoke filled days,
smoke smeared,
chard bones.

Statues litter the streets..