travelers

Travelers notice the words on the walls
Saying their sins are forgiven
But they don’t know what it means while
The locals drink hooch and meet angels
Barfing angels on the cracked roofs
And cockroaches in the pleated sky
Stairwells reek of their wings
Underground flutists send out rusty automatons to
Discover continents shunned by grass
Children play on extraterrestrial cemeteries
Which is fine by their parents
They already know that books are meant to be burned
Paintings of penniless sailors to rot on the backs of dying ponies
Travelers exhale their own
Useless language

dry grass and a cigarette butt on the pavement