We Fall

They hurry past; we wonder how we made it out and down?

Rifling through the floor of life those seeds that once were sown.

But the pieces left are shattered,

And our body bruised and battered,

Crawls among the meek decay

Through shards of glass and shards of day.

As the needle ceases movement to the south we fall,

Scraping the descent and breaking nails into the wall.

We burn! We burn! The endless drop,

We hit the solid bottom rock.

And look back at our fall from grace

To see life’s distant, smiling face.