i faintly remember my brother's cry

"t h a n a t o s," he had pleaded,

"wake me up"

but i could not hear him,

because i was too busy razing the world to listen to his cries,

his pleas,

his anguish

"i wish i could take it all back," i say

but not really

because the words are lost in my throat

and i trip onto the ground

and want to lie there

forever

like the bodies underneath me