Miscellaneous lines that never made a poem

1. Can we damn the wind that does not bend
its body over
the casket,
with blood that spills like
flesh, fresh
rose
petals
simply
sinking
into
dirt
into
dimensions of atoms,
out of everything.

comes it —
nothing.

2. She says God plays our pulse on his iphone7,
What brilliance, what absurdity~
that technology,
man without limits in his creations,
can transcend even the divine,
but cannot climb out of the cold,
rusted, dirt.