From the hill, I can see the burnt,
smoking birds above an expired,
charcoal Santa Fe.

Is this how the world ends?

I listen to my mind shutting down
section by section. 
It is a puzzle.
I have restarted hundreds of times.

I am an not an incredible man.

 

Ray Succre currently lives on the southern Oregon coast with his wife and baby son.  He has been published in Aesthetica, Laika, and Rock Salt Plum, as well as in numerous others across as many countries.  He tries hard.
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