He was first to go, the white one
with mascara-lined eyes.
He turned to say carefully
a final word
"pitiless".
Some climbed invisible ladders,
others drifted like plastic bags
in updraft, spineless forms
twisting, folding,
lifted.
Like a song playing
in the silent mind or
the retina's blind spot thinking
what it hadn't seen
had fooled it.
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