Jun 17, 2025
Smoke Signal from the Ruins - By Geox
—a poem where the world has ended but the glass is still warm He stood where once the towers rang,Now quiet bones where echoes hang.No god, no flag, no sacred hymn—Just soot and scotch on every limb. A match was struck, the glass exhaled,The peat rose up like truth unveiled.Islay fire, cold and deep,A message no one left to keep. Dry vermouth, a ghostly veil,Like paper maps in acid hail.A dash…