Water flows through splintered beams,
Haggard cracks within the seams,
Rocks and mud within our home,
A loss of warmth betwixt the dome.
Pulling up a book to read,
I realize I’m without a need.
Between the wreck of shale and tree,
There I sit while others flee.
Screams and cries,
And sweetened lies,
Yet here beneath the awning I wait.
Even if they do arrive,
I made my peace that they’ll be too l...