Broken Concrete
Ann Christine Tabaka
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Tragedy, written on the
face of a missing man.
 
Blue glazed pot, cracked
and spilling out soil.
 
Time, soaring past
scheduled events.
 
Praise, sung out
to those who lost.
 
Upside down, inside out,
words trying to make sense.
 
Visions dreamt for fade,
as illusions take over.
 
One last step, beyond the
edge, spinning out of sight.
 
Green leaves fall one last time,
as the world spins out of control.
 
Cracks in sidewalk, spell out
the doom before us all.