little green eyes
narrowed in her direction
focus
on a swing set graceful
in weak winter light
tremors rise to the
epicenter of a continental
continent where plates buckle
and break
cracking fault lines beneath
the globe
swing set, slide
sink into the earth
to meet rising magma far
below the foundations
shaken to their roots
beneath it all
one pale, desolate body
with thin limbs and
cracked bones lies
sleeping
