Ashes are
ascending prayers;
dead skin impressionists.
Choose one black flake
at random, snatch it
from the air—
it becomes a fly wing,
an aerial assault,
a prediction of worms.
From: http://www.gyroscopereview.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/gyroscope-review-15-1.pdf
Date: 2014
By: Angel Zapata (1970- )
From Troubles of The World 