the horses escaped. they jimmied the gate. and left though the stable was warm. any port in a storm. the flames licked the hay into cinders and ashes. the saddles were burnt and deformed. any port in a storm. the sound of burning timber. is the sound of breaking bones. there's blood on the doors of our homes. the shadows of corpses extend into daylight. their skeletons plated with mother of pearl. your life is an instant. the earth lives an hour. the table of elements