Monday Poem: Whether the Sky will Fall

Whether the Sky will Fall

There were moments when it seemed
the sky could fall and we would feel
the weight of that eternal instant
crushing down on our heads forever.

Then history came to an end
and the world fell apart
and has not found a way
of coming back together,

escaping older histories
that the historical inevitable
was to replace as the world
marched on into destiny.

Now though, truth is still far away
from any of those hands
that reach out for it
held back by old superstitions

and old men’s power games
that twist and distort what is true
to leave women dying in agony
for daring to ask to be human.

And we wonder now whether
the sky will still fall someday
or if we ourselves will instead burn
on those roaring fires of ignorance.