Triumph Of The Elect

clouds roll overhead
in this car ride home
this open window
raindrops feel like needles in my hand
silence
static sound
lightning bolts discover
that my body makes a shortcut to the ground
static and silence is something
all alone
i know where you keep your heart
pull apart my bones
and place them all in rows
to count the days you've been away
if you drive seven miles
past all the broken limbs
the smell of bones and broken skin
a bed of flames with no one living