Sometimes the World Ends

I've had this blog for four years now. Which means four years since, well, other things.

But that's not important today, because there are more awful things happening today that invaded my head and ricocheted off the insides of my skull and swirled into a poem of sorts.

Sometimes the World Ends

April 16^th, 2007

Sometimes the world ends.

Twenty-one, now twenty-two died today

Pain building up with each number they say

Young names we’ll read at next year’s Kol Nidre.

Yes, sometimes the world ends.

Sometimes the world ends.

A fleet of sirens rush by on TV

Too late to save thirty-two, thirty-three,

Nameless numbers who cry inside me.

Yes, sometimes the world ends.

Sometimes the world ends.

Pierced bodies bleeding beyond our control

Amputated souls in the toilet bowl

Builds into pain from a sharp bullet hole.

Yes, sometimes the world ends.

Sometimes the world ends.

Everyone watches as fear sharp as knives

Rips out the shadow behind anger’s eyes

Sirens go silent, too late to save lives.

Voices are chanting, yes, still I rise

But sometimes the world ends.