The Decline - Attrition

My garden is quiet

The dead are alive

They’re hurting for feeling

Their heads touch the ceiling

The glass is all broken

The landscape is wasted

The passion devoured

It’s nearly the hour

The sky is collapsing

The walls are so tall

The ground is all twisted

I’m eating my sister

The colour is reddening

I can’t go to bed again

I saw you flicker on a picture

I saw you attacking a man

In Vietnam

The hour of decline