Broken sky, torn blue.

No hail of comets

but the dinosaurs shall fall again.

You and I, friend,

shall fall.

Again the world shall shake and heave,

the sea all stained and muddy

will cast up its dead

and the once seamless firmament

will tear its stitches.

Uproot the trees and rend the Earth

yet nature will endure.

We shall go our way

but the stubborn weed will take root.

The sky will mend,

the seas shall ebb and flow,

Life will triumph

Death shall sleep.

Michael Wray

November, 1988