Mudlark No. 50 (2013)

The End of Winter

The nights grow shorter.
How many stars will be added
to the infinite list of the dead
by morning?  More than there are
atoms in my body and yours
together. Their absence
will go unnoticed in our lifetime,
like secrets we kept from each other
until the heat consumed us.
Tonight we are still alive,
but the dead swarm around us
attracted by our light.

Kip Knott | Afraid of Heaven
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