Thursday, May 3, 2018

The Sky is Falling (Day 470)

The sky is falling
like plaster  
   a fine dust
like rice 
   at a wedding 
and what we thought 
would last   is peeling 
and flaking away 
and no one else has noticed 
it  congealing 
   the air 
      like a sandstorm  
the sky is falling down 
   and down  forever 
turned out 
      to be no more 
         than a fairy tale  
but Prince Charming 
is distracted 
playing golf   and arguing about 
which Pantone shade 
most accurately captures 
   the unusual glow 
      of the falling heavens   
and those 
  who know   
  who possess power 
  enough to save 
   the world
are too busy  buying and selling 
    of certain Appalachian caverns 
to notice 
the sky 
sizzling on the sidewalks
      all around us  
         right now.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

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