A Sparrow Watching from Above

K. Barratttsparrow_z

 

This is how the world ends:

With a sparrow watching from above.

The first and last magnolia bloom,

Trembling lightly, by the vibration

Of a laughing child below,

Playing ball with his dog.

And then the sky fire.

And then the daunting roar.

And then the molten light.

And then the emptiness, the no more,

That leaves nothing but an echo:

The silhouette of the magnolia

The child, the sparrow and the dog,

Etched in shadows against

A fragmented, charred wall.

 

 

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