Butter

Melting

deep, expiring body’s.

towering up, into the closed sky.
surrounding us form all sides.

the body’s melt and form into one another-

cascading down a unforgettable smell. 
it’s hard to watch, hard to see. 

but I, have no responsibility of those,

body’s.

as they melt, or even scream.

i just watch and let them be.