An Unusual Occurence In New York
The sky turns white
something is falling from
the heavens
The population
of the metropolis
is momentarily stunned
Do I detect an unusual
feeling amongst the masses?
Something is definitely "coming down"
Do you realize what games
this life has played with us?
Deep sleep will now erase
everything
The grace of our homes
lies in the strength of its inhabitants
The winds will blow
whatever way they think best to them
Our hope lies in the
remnants of what was
Amidst the ruins
We can build an
altar
Watch smoke rise upwards
Enjoy the game
while we still
have the stength and wit
to withstand all
attacks
upon us and our
creations and legacy
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2011
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