death has done it again

death has been called to order skies draped in cumulonimbus ravens and crows time in procession and light disconnected he is gone and he is here death has done it again
colour neither number beckoned, a mere cry of departure hmm hmm goes away the wood the masses covered in one big wet blanket six feet underground into the soil he goes death has done it again
generation thinned down to paper fickle pillars stripped further from grief all for one with one’s for all more turmoil, less contentment death has done it again
little girl hides behind the door the scent of melancholy all too overwhelming

so deafeningly silent he watches her corner to corner, dark to dark so he can say, he did it again