the sky will not fall
without a push from a man

without a planing down of soul
by the heartless

without the madness of certainty
wrapped in a cloud

Buildings will crumble
& tumble
& burn

but the sky will stand
& watch
unless a man gives a push

Bodies will break and bones with snap
& blood will curdle in soft sunlight

bodies will leap and evaporate
& hearts will speed, then slow, then stop

but the sky never ends
it only twists
over and over
& over the horizon
unless a man pushes