The Day the World Was Shot

I was counting comets from my porch steps When the world was shot down in a bloody fury I began to cry before I even knew why I felt the world shudder Heard a nearby tree Let out a painful sob. I was still there hours later After the world had passed on They said it was an accident The day dawned pale and very silent There was an unbearable stillness I was frozen on the steps Feeling that I too was now dying I was emptier with each passing moment Each stroke of a second Had brought me closer to my own demise If it meant that I would not witness this anymore I knew that I would gladly embrace it.