Art by Paolo Ceric

All were in their proper place–
The hedonists on the slippery slope
The proud upon hearths of their own function
The saints in the silent center of the sequence–
When the world ended, its perfect pied way
All eyes melted from thousands of sockets
We were able to see our strange design
Embossed like a footprint in a thousand sands
An angel once outstretched in a thousand snows
Our mouths freed from disintegrated lips
We can laugh at the calculus of the playful curves
Of one body.

©2017, Amaya Engleking



  1. rowyourb0at · March 27, 2017

    this is such a gorgeous scene of dread & awe — thank you so much for sharing !

  2. Sudden Denouement · April 23, 2017

    Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
    Amaya is one of my favorite non-SD poets. If you haven’t had a chance to look over her work, I would suggest you do so. My goal is to eventually write a piece on her site/writing.
    Jasper Kerkau

  3. Aakriti Kuntal · April 24, 2017

    Such a beautiful piece

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