the spoken word

we held hands on the last night on earth

our mouths filled with dust

we kissed in the fields and under trees

screaming like dogs

bleeding dark into the leaves

it was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated

along the bottom of the river

so we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea

and the shattered seasons lay

and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease

in our cancer of passion you said

death is a midnight runner"