Destruction, in Sandman #48: “Brief Lives:8”
“You know I love you, right?” The urge to kiss her goodbye was so strong that I almost broke our rules.
She smiled, beautiful and golden in the late morning light. “Not as much as I love you.”
“Oh, man. This is my dream come true: having an ‘I love you more’ debate. Here, I’ll start. I love you more. Your turn.”
Sydney laughed and opened the door. “I’ve taken debate classes. You’d lose to my logic.”
Here are some lines written by students in grades 3rd-6th:
[Writing about a family member’s recent death]
The life of my heart is crimson.
My brother went down
to the river
and put dirt on.
Away went a dull winter wind
that rocked harshly, and bent you said,
[writing about a terminal illness]
I am feeling burdened
and I taste milk……
I mumble, ‘Please,
please run away.’
But it lives where I live.
The owls of midnight hoot like me
shutting the door to nothing.
I have provisions. Binary muffins.
It’s an in/out/in/out kind of universe.
We cannot help you,
this is a universe factory.
A sound of rolling symbols.
Disappearing rocks, screams of lizards.
Sanity must prevail. Save vs. Do Not.
I, the star god,
take bones from the
underworlds of past times
to create mankind.