March 12, 2022
I look up at the mumbling moon and spiralling stars
The faint amber hue of a distant Mars
The refracted rainbow glow from the edge of the sphere
And the missing patch of sky where they first appeared
I look down at what remains of my left hand
My wrist held in place by a coppered band
My two missing fingers haphazardly replaced
And the thin narrow scar that betrayed my disgrace
I look back over my shoulder at the world left behind
It amounted to nothing like an unfinished rhyme
It was the hollowed-out skull of a dying deity
And fallen from grace like the rest of society
I look onwards to the greyness ahead
Feeling that comfortably-familiar dread
Feeling my broken hand clench into a fist
And my eyes swept the plains of interplanetary mist
I take one step, another, then I'm at the foot of the spire
My attention is drawn by sudden gunfire
I duck for cover and cower and clench and cry
Among the sharp shards and pieces of the crumbling sky
I look up at the mumbling moon and spiralling stars
The faint amber hue of a distant Mars
The refracted rainbow glow from the edge of the sphere
And the missing patch of sky where they first appeared
I look down at what remains of my left hand
My wrist held in place by a coppered band
My two missing fingers haphazardly replaced
And the thin narrow scar that betrayed my disgrace
I look back over my shoulder at the world left behind
It amounted to nothing like an unfinished rhyme
It was the hollowed-out skull of a dying deity
And fallen from grace like the rest of society
I look onwards to the greyness ahead
Feeling that comfortably-familiar dread
Feeling my broken hand clench into a fist
And my eyes swept the plains of interplanetary mist
I take one step, another, then I'm at the foot of the spire
My attention is drawn by sudden gunfire
I duck for cover and cower and clench and cry
Among the sharp shards and pieces of the crumbling sky
I look up at the mumbling moon and spiralling stars
The faint amber hue of a distant Mars
The refracted rainbow glow from the edge of the sphere
And the missing patch of sky where they first appeared
I look down at what remains of my left hand
My wrist held in place by a coppered band
My two missing fingers haphazardly replaced
And the thin narrow scar that betrayed my disgrace
I look back over my shoulder at the world left behind
It amounted to nothing like an unfinished rhyme
It was the hollowed-out skull of a dying deity
And fallen from grace like the rest of society
I look onwards to the greyness ahead
Feeling that comfortably-familiar dread
Feeling my broken hand clench into a fist
And my eyes swept the plains of interplanetary mist
I take one step, another, then I'm at the foot of the spire
My attention is drawn by sudden gunfire
I duck for cover and cower and clench and cry
Among the sharp shards and pieces of the crumbling sky
I look up at the mumbling moon and spiralling stars
The faint amber hue of a distant Mars
The refracted rainbow glow from the edge of the sphere
And the missing patch of sky where they first appeared
I look down at what remains of my left hand
My wrist held in place by a coppered band
My two missing fingers haphazardly replaced
And the thin narrow scar that betrayed my disgrace
I look back over my shoulder at the world left behind
It amounted to nothing like an unfinished rhyme
It was the hollowed-out skull of a dying deity
And fallen from grace like the rest of society
I look onwards to the greyness ahead
Feeling that comfortably-familiar dread
Feeling my broken hand clench into a fist
And my eyes swept the plains of interplanetary mist
I take one step, another, then I'm at the foot of the spire
My attention is drawn by sudden gunfire
I duck for cover and cower and clench and cry
Among the sharp shards and pieces of the crumbling sky
I look up at the mumbling moon and spiralling stars
The faint amber hue of a distant Mars
The refracted rainbow glow from the edge of the sphere
And the missing patch of sky where they first appeared
I look down at what remains of my left hand
My wrist held in place by a coppered band
My two missing fingers haphazardly replaced
And the thin narrow scar that betrayed my disgrace
I look back over my shoulder at the world left behind
It amounted to nothing like an unfinished rhyme
It was the hollowed-out skull of a dying deity
And fallen from grace like the rest of society
I look onwards to the greyness ahead
Feeling that comfortably-familiar dread
Feeling my broken hand clench into a fist
And my eyes swept the plains of interplanetary mist
I take one step, another, then I'm at the foot of the spire
My attention is drawn by sudden gunfire
I duck for cover and cower and clench and cry
Among the sharp shards and pieces of the crumbling sky
I look up at the mumbling moon and spiralling stars
The faint amber hue of a distant Mars
The refracted rainbow glow from the edge of the sphere
And the missing patch of sky where they first appeared
I look down at what remains of my left hand
My wrist held in place by a coppered band
My two missing fingers haphazardly replaced
And the thin narrow scar that betrayed my disgrace
I look back over my shoulder at the world left behind
It amounted to nothing like an unfinished rhyme
It was the hollowed-out skull of a dying deity
And fallen from grace like the rest of society
I look onwards to the greyness ahead
Feeling that comfortably-familiar dread
Feeling my broken hand clench into a fist
And my eyes swept the plains of interplanetary mist
I take one step, another, then I'm at the foot of the spire
My attention is drawn by sudden gunfire
I duck for cover and cower and clench and cry
Among the sharp shards and pieces of the crumbling sky