Tropical storms bursting
Through our fortifications.
Planes crashing into
Buildings at first worth nothing.

Chipping away at what
Surrounded my heart. Our heart.
Bleeding away lives,
Unwilling, for causes
We don’t remember starting.

Reaching out helping
Hands. God. Shiva.
Yet not to us, but to
Those afar.

We can only do so
Much to steal ourselves
Away from chaos.
Tsunami. Earthquake. Thunder.
Crack.

Eventually we’ll be
Ashes to ashes.
We’re all falling down.