The given-back crown

[Sepia]

It ended in the woods, in that forest. We were out looking for silver bullets but we ran out of cigarettes, we ran out of coffee, we ran out what builds part of our personality and it began there, small and hard to notice. We came from the city but we hailed from here, we'd been here before, sometimes looking for bullets, other times looking for the scrap the bullets left. The fur was usually intact so we sold them on the markets and many were the rich people who bought it and put it as a trophy on the wall. We always thought it should end with a whimper, we always thought that was the way things were, the way it worked out but it went off, hard and violent, that last gunshot which they said started the war but the truth is, there was no war.

Our bellies swelled as we ate in the middle-eastern diners, the hummus making us go around all day, farting nervously. We knew something else was beginning, we felt it in our bones and we'd see it tomorrow. We went out into the woods a second time, left our drugs behind, felt the rain and the coldness without a filter, without a veil and we felt more religious than ever. The trees weren't alive but they didn't need to be alive and stretching for the stars like a newborn starchild to be interesting, they were simply trees or black monoliths.

We felt holy and filled as we entered the city again, as we walked where we walked, old down-trodden footsteps and memories and we didn't visit our memories to try to make new ones, we went past, there was nothing here for us. We wake up at times an invalidate every memory we have about something, we find them irrelevant now. Happy that we did execute them but the past is still past, mistakes are still mistakes and time has taken its toll upon the heavenly radiant city.

We were walking as angels among the inhabitants yet no light seeped from our pores

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Nice imagery, but I don't get it.   

TGRR,
Dumber than a box of hammers.

[Sepia]

Not much to get I think, it's kinda shallow