‘Elementary Particles’ by Andrew Bradford

Toward the end of the day, they set off

Shrugging off the weight of a night’s painful torment

Maybe it was Noon, or maybe it was midnight somewhere in the world

Lost control of it all many eons ago, now all I know for sure is uncertainty and logic

Just after writing this, I found a critical error,

in the way of longing after years of feeling only stone

Such a disgusting story, they said, then proceeded to repeat it verbatim

When it was all done, he sighed and mumbled,

Hope there was enough love there to make a mark

Opened the letter and took a deep breath before daring to read

Envelope ripped the sun into gashing wounds that moaned with horrible pain

Accordingly, we were all late for the final leg of the daily due

No more evidence to collect, case has been sealed forever

Some like to say the civilized are so damn modern

Strange how it all winds up being for nothing when you count the change

Copyright 2015 by Andrew Bradford. All rights belong to the author and material may not be copied without the author’s express permission.

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