Twenty-One
i walk into a field of rubble.
buildings are ripped and torn from their foundations
but how is this so? no bombs have been dropped.
their walls clutter the pavement below.
the walls have become floors. the ceilings too.
there are no more doors for me to walk in or out of.
birds sing as they fall from the sky.
i listen hard as i stand motionless.
watching as their falling carcasses plow into the ground.
i see a plume of feathers shoot up into the air.
why do they even bother when their fate is to fall again?
down at my feet, i see hoards of roaches.
they scurry away from a wasted cup.
why do they flee from me?
when the world around them falls before them
or is it i who is falling?
i see through the skeleton of a building that once stood tall
through it, the sun still shines.
how can the sun still shine when there is nothing left to shine on?
it's like shining a light on a thousand corpses
why are lies and cigarette butts as common as fallen leaves?
twenty-one
buildings are ripped and torn from their foundations
but how is this so? no bombs have been dropped.
their walls clutter the pavement below.
the walls have become floors. the ceilings too.
there are no more doors for me to walk in or out of.
birds sing as they fall from the sky.
i listen hard as i stand motionless.
watching as their falling carcasses plow into the ground.
i see a plume of feathers shoot up into the air.
why do they even bother when their fate is to fall again?
down at my feet, i see hoards of roaches.
they scurry away from a wasted cup.
why do they flee from me?
when the world around them falls before them
or is it i who is falling?
i see through the skeleton of a building that once stood tall
through it, the sun still shines.
how can the sun still shine when there is nothing left to shine on?
it's like shining a light on a thousand corpses
why are lies and cigarette butts as common as fallen leaves?
twenty-one