the writing on the wall

if the elements are guilty,
so are the ants.
they carted away immense loads
and left these quotidian cracks.

if the elements are voracious,
so are the termites.
i could hear their mastication
after our shouting and fighting
have tenderized
these burdened walls.

if time is the culprit,
so is the dust.
i can feel its descent now,
a slow, steady ashfall,
covering the floor,
our shoulders,
our ears,
forcing us to speak
through the faculty of tears.

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