There is a room of only black and white.
Clean and cold and still.
It is so clear.
There is crime taking over.
The guilty me and the guilty you
are in this together---
the geniuses in 'making' and 'breaking'---
the scientists of great extinction.
Between silences, who can tell where
polar carnivores breathe
their antique sorrows today.
- ksm / 2015
Inspiration: "Contours of Silence" by Jean de Pomereu