Someday,
\nthey say with certainty,
\nanother one will come.
\nA hard acorn in the heavens.
\nA piece of flint or sulphur,
\na mile or two big.
\nA rock thrown by the black gods
\nof the asteroid belt,
\nthe hard leather of creation.
\nComing like a wild horse,
\na panther climbing to the zenith,
\nunseen until it strikes.<\/p>\n
And then dear cities of Columbus,
\nSandusky, Rome and London,
\nall the junkyards, gardens,
\nSodoms and Gomorrahs,
\nwill no longer light the night.
\nToward the moon,
\na dark fog will ascend,
\nand the remarkable children,
\nthe magnolia, the violin,
\nwill no longer be seen or heard.
\nThe earth will cover itself with dust,
\nwith a shroud of mourning,
\nand our prayers will be vapor,
\nrain like everyone\u2019s tears.<\/p>\n
And we will no longer worry
\nabout the final dawn,
\nsilent widows,
\norphaned children.
\nSymphonies will hearken
\nin the distance,
\nlike sad bells.
\nOnly starlight will record
\nwhat was here.<\/p>\n
All the poems will be burned,
\nthe woman will no longer
\ncall to her lover,
\nand no one will wonder
\nto what purpose,
\nGod has made himself.
\nA wind calling over bare rock
\nand shorn precipice.
\nThe ocean silent for unknown ages,
\nuntil small seeds of spring come back,
\nand a new wakefulness begins.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Someday, they say with certainty, another one will come. A hard acorn in the heavens. A piece of flint or sulphur, a mile or two…<\/p>\n