Awry. Scattered, pieces, slices, widgets spread far and wide. As if chaos had a holiday.

Donuts and decisions. Bitter coffee, cold and old with a back taste of Styrofoam. In Conclusion.

They dismantled populations. Razed from ground to sky. Miles of smiles, plunged into hopeless night.

Bullets without bandages. Terror to sell tickets and boost banks. While children were unsafe.

Without rhyme and far too soon for reason. The pages filled with parlay and vaudevillian fools.

For islands had come undone. Moorings loosed in circular tides and crashing wave. Sneakers on the beach.

And the bird puzzled above. Eagle’s eye dwelling too high for color and peace. Removed from oblivion.

We caught a few winks. As we stood toes hanging over the brink of tomorrow. Remiss.

Unfortunate few, no tickets, nor attendance. Watched. Left out to dry in the noonday sun.

We ambled toward resolution, accidentally. Caught up in the maelstrom of boredom and brief.

Entertaining lost souls and the mourning of the long since dead. Tears no longer present nor useful.

In the flurry of winter’s plunge. Our tightened shawl hid our prayers from the dying. Hardened by the quickened pulse of time.

We applauded sound, shout and whisper. Waiting for the rise. And the Glorious expected delivery of forever.