A piece of the world fell today
in the form of an ink-black crow,
falling swiftly upon a city grate
its voice silenced forever.
Other pieces fall in the form of fire
supplanting summer’s eternal beauty,
fall in the form of cyclone bombs
unleashing ceaseless rain,
and then there are the countless lives lost
to war, famine and disease.
I walk in what’s left of this world
noting every spring flower and blossom
hoping they can stem the tide and heal
what might be forever lost.
A piece of the world fell today…