Vacuum
He makes a weird face with his mouth
His wicked fingers breaking-
Feeding them to the vultures
A gash opens in his skull
Dust sprinkles on the ground
Like a book in an abandoned library
The shelves of which have buckled
From neglect
The door from which has been sealed shut
For days
For months
For years
For decades
For centuries
Until
A vacuum arrived
And cleared the ancient debris
Where the doors once again opened
And new stories sat upon benches on the wall
And that vacuum
Was an embrace