My weariness grows and my will is thin
As I watch light fade into the depths of skulls.
Monotonous laughter from the way of the bridge,
And the earth begins to crumble
Beneath the soles of ants.
They breathe without a vision-
Their mechanical brains are wired-
They can’t feel the mountains shake.
Where do they think they’re going,
When the feathers fall from the sky
And color the floor we sleep on?
When maples shake and then
A face in the sky- he touches the world gently.
Some days his eyes twinkle,
Like the flash of a fire.
Yet, they don’t notice their legs.
They fall from under their bodies,
Sink into the ground where they stood.
The reckoning of lives begins-
It doesn’t bother the minds of ants
To be washed away by the tears of the earth.