Creatures of An Empty World

There is an empty world
It sits above our own,
Its silent souls

Reflect to us

A silent warning,

Like a lighthouse on a rock,

Their message,

Barely heard,

Is clear,

“This world,

It loves you not,
Our killers,

They still walk.”

Let their message

Never be forgot.

A River Song

Where do old couches go?

And old TVs?

The ones that weren’t born as HD,

They go into our nearby river,

Sadly,

Along with fish,

But fish in fact are s’posed to be there,

And maybe

Jimmy Hoffa too,

Who ain’t.

To speculate would be unfair,

The river doesn’t say.