We Fall

 

Far from sight I sit and watch

As they degenerate, deteriorate

Epic battles fought and lost

For meaningless nothings,

The seasons die and

They begin to devour their young

In a macabre show of who is strong

I sit here, desolate, cognizant.

Morose, overwhelming as the dead earth

Crumbles as they eat their young

Where is divinity?

 

© JXW  2007.05.03