and yes, they said it was the end  

on the screaming siren news channels  

before the set was switched off by hands  

that had, just an hour ago, touched the purest part of you  

as the ball of fire cut ribbons of blinding despair  

through the evening sigh like a sunset  

but 50x the speed 

50x the oh my god isn't it beautiful 

 

because we don’t fear death in this house,  

we fall in to it like a watercolour daydream 

twirling in the long grass of the garden 

toes digging deep in to the soil 

bodies naked but for crackling ribbons  

of brightest blue ecstasy