Mm

Yesterday, something broke

I watched a hammer undo its repairs

And as the remnants slithered by

I wondered what had become of our saintlihood.

Yesterday, a match was struck

I saw the wood twist and char

And as the grey bits at the end gave up

I lost faith in the strength of beauty.

Yesterday, no one saw

I watched them fumble in the dark

And as the last of them were lost to the trap

I accepted that nothing could be done.

Yesterday, a found boy was lost

I watched him in his tree

And as his patience ultimately ran thin

I realized that no one would come, before it was done.

Yesterday, tomorrow arrived

I felt the time become listless and rushed

And as it approached with brainless assumption

I knowingly followed it to the slaughter.