grumbling
he hefts the light
its brightness past its time
the shell of a discarded sun
whose gels once covered a world.
(smiling)
(she feels the task)
(and holds close the hand)
(that his frustration might not rage)
(and the meek may still inherit this world)
furrowing
his brows frame
those eyes watching
the coiling cord wind around
like the midgard serpent held a world.
(laughing)
(she notes the sound)
(the scrape of steel)
(the humming song of drills)
(the percussive wildness of this world)
sighing
he notes the time
and marks the speed
at which all things are dissembled,
a lugubrious apocalypse upon this world.
(sending)
(she soothes the wrist)
(marked by some small sharpness)
(and takes the tiny drop of blood)
(as promise that he will save her this world)
resigning
he carries the weight
of all with resentful care
the pieces fitting one by one into their places
as ought all things in the world.