The sky is falling
like plaster
a fine dust
like rice
at a wedding
and what we thought
would last is peeling
and flaking away
and no one else has noticed
it congealing
the air
like a sandstorm
the sky is falling down
and down forever
turned out
to be no more
than a fairy tale
but Prince Charming
is distracted
playing golf and arguing about
which Pantone shade
most accurately captures
the unusual glow
of the falling heavens
and those
who know
who possess power
enough to save
the world
are too busy buying and selling
sections
of certain Appalachian caverns
to notice
the sky
falling
scattering
sizzling on the sidewalks
all around us
right now.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
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