A WRECK OF WRECKS #poetry by jay

And when the day comes

We find ourselves aghast 

In it

Lost

Freaked out

By it

And they come anyhow

To pick through the

Rubbish

The bones 

And find a ring

A finger

Dislodged

And when the light emerges

From the rubble of 

Gray battles strewn

Through the black holes

In our galaxy

We prevail and

Rebuild

Robust

It’s like this 

Without thought 

We go on

As they fiddle with 

The locks and the souls

Lost

And they rebuild 

The doors

The windows

The arches 

And the lintels and posts

Teeter

Precisely

Where they stood

Unbothered

A wreck of wrecks 

Too many to count

And they come.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

revised 11/18/21

Photo by veeterzy on Unsplash