Piercing screams rang out
Only to be reflected by the rock
That stampeded towards the Earth,
Moving faster than the clock
Hung upon my wall—
It read 5:42 in the afternoon.
Usually I’m gone
But was waiting for you;
Your absence weighed me
Like Adamantium chains
While waiting for the falcon
To peck my liver away.
Alas, I’m alone
As the asteroid grew larger.
No room in the sky
For the Son or the Father.
My reflecting brother’s eyes
Stained the panes with his iris—
Once genuinely hopeful
Now hypocritically pious.
The first rock streamed by
Catching attention.
One more lost life
That’s barely worth mention.