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.