resonating quivers, echoing drops-
sounds from the angels of night
crying with drops of black...falling
onto headstones
flightless souls trapped
they cannot run
they cannot hide
they are bound to their corpses
the purest of color controls them
the black of night
the black of tears
the black of heart- when living
an earthly punishment
now-cry out their woes
to the deaf ears of god
Visual: Marlo Suderski
Words: Marlo Suderski
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