After Paroles

ghosts through deathclouds
swarm the heavens
like swarming vultures

and this is the after
the ending events

this is the after
where nothing transcends

white knows black and no one smears...
snowblind skies dissolve...
[right wing for inches?]
overexposed...reflects the intercourse

or so the real raindrops held...

temples collapse in a rumbling choir
do not deny the ending events
this is the after
where nothing pretends