Banks of memories crashing into waves of time, diminished into the soaked ashes of their brothers and sisters.
The pewter world stops on its axis with one step upon its ground. One foot tapping on the earth creates a rhythm for the living ghosts to walk along to. Robotic limbs move with the master puppeteer–

powerless.

As children sing, children cry, people die.
Alone, alone, alone.

Leaves touch gently the snow, freezing water spreading like a virus over the cells and branches of each tree.
The blinding Sun gets blinded by winter clouds and suddenly we’re in a long distance relationship.
A head without light becomes unknown and all.
Foot by foot they march to the sea, invisible hands making chains to resist the wind trying to force them down.
The sand feels like cotton candy to some, thorns to others.
But year after year, they are left to sit upon the rocks as lifeless as each, and watch their waves dissipate into an ocean of nothingness.