you’d think that since sky is air
that when it fell
you wouldn’t really notice
hear it
feel it,
you’d only feel a rush of air
pierce your lungs
like a cat falling outstretched from the
apex of an apartment building,
a mere deep breath
non-carcinogenic
purely oxygenated
cigarette of relaxation
rejuvenation
you thought you’d be able to start again,
but no
that wasn’t what happened,
man,
dig the scene
the molecules pillage the earth
fall from their cords like
astronauts orbiting the womb
pound the ground like
musical chords
conglomerations of notes
heavy, hard blocks of
wood that used to be trees
timber throwing temper tantrums
writhing and whining on the ground
chronic cacophony of
stone quarries trumbling
crumbling of the earth of the sky
as the clouds concuss craniums
the sky was falling the sky was falling
Satan was calling God
to try and say he was sorry
but Jesus intercepted the call andv didn’t take a message cuz
they were still begrudged by
that 40-day-40-night thing
and the fact that, like, they could never stop arguing
about good and evil
and who was the real son of God
and who was birthed by that illegitimate hooker Lilith
so the sky kept falling
haloes of apocalypse
kissed the sand
licked grains of decomposed rock
after all the years of
ethereal separation,
oh the sky was falling
and Chicken Little wrote a letter
to el presidente
on behalf of her fifth grade class
but King George II told her
to kiss his ass
with her treasonous beak
this havoc was one that he had reaped
all was going according to plan
and anyone who said different would be banned
and that’s why Chicken Little isn’t allowed in school anymore
the children all were left behind
as the earth took it in the behind
from the Viking sky,
imperialist elite that envelops paradise