It’s an oddly comfortable feeling,
Knowing everyone around you
Is going to die too.
Is watching as it draws a long finger
Across the atmosphere,
Not a care in the world
Besides the feeling that it wants to fall.
Not one soul among us
Would have wished to go in another way.
There’s beauty in dying
When the bullet was unstoppable.
When the gun was beyond your reach,
And anyone who didn’t know better
Thought they’d never seen anything
So bright, so wonderfully powerful
For something so naturally alien.
The lake before us glistened darkly,
Sparing all but one tear it saved
For the one who’d walk by
Not knowing the bodies that stood here,
Who watched the scatter-fly of furious
And blazing blues
That scored the skies in one
The finger fell down in a vibrating roar,
It swallowed us in one
Moment of a breath.