It used to be
a very pretty
glass reality
that held all of the
grandeur we saw.

Now we see
sharp shards scattered
as glass figurines break,
leaving prickly parts
to cut and stab,
bleeding the good
and the very bad.

Dreams are demolished
and turned into
razor thin
glass things,
refracting
the reflections of
higher beings.

Fragile feathers
fall slowly down
settling on this
****** ground,
as angels realize
there will be no more
soaring high
in those amazing skies.

The world cracks and breaks
like Humpty Dumpty,
but there are no more
soldiers or horses
to turn this chaos
back into
our former world view.