5. henry

north                                             east
     
       i looked up in the night sky
       and all i could see was one
       solitary cloud; amorphous in 
       shape but i named it henry
       despite the fact that it lacked
       a face or any qualities lending
       to a human or pets' name.

       i watched as henry slowly
       dissolved, drifted apart into
       the millions of water droplets
       small particles of dust and
       pollen and skin and trash
       he was made up of, turned into
       what he had come from.

       i slowly turned my face away
       unable to bear the massacre
       any longer

south                                             west


Yan Wang's 5., Kevin Calisto's Day 3, Stephen Hasting-King's no.4, Mindy Bray's Day 4.