The ember burnt out, now just coal, forever without flame.
The halo slips off her head
lands upright, and rolls past her brother
who is sitting on the floor by the kitchen
table stroking the cat's grey hair.
The mother is exhausted-substanceless-
staring at the granite countertops they
just installed with the loan from the bank.
Her belly is stretched like some over-worked balloon.
The father looks out the window above the sink
sees the basalt separate itself from the asphalt
and the whole road moans, implodes.
No words today
their mouths are caveworn
the young boy looks at his father
with his new set of old eyes.
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