Gehenna Is Empty

Gehenna Is Empty

In the end, dogs did not ravage the Eastern sun,
westward horses were not turned into mounds of ash,

those who traveled to the mountains to wait
for the cliffs to turn into a giant abyss

returned home to watch thin clouds
drift from day to heedless day,

fearful ones who walked to the valley
desecrated with the blood of children

turned to come back to their homes to sit
sewn to windows by threaded glances

until a breeze empty of all-knowing left
the sweet taste of morning on their tongues.