The end of the world happens every day
Babies forget to breathe, bombs dive.
I kissed a tree
And sat down to write one thousand words.
Armored mechanical angels swooped by in formation
Creating traffic in the air
A celebration of freedom, a spectacle of man's wit.
Here, we laugh at the angels.
There, we cry.
World peace remains hidden beneath ego's shroud
Because we look for power on earth
Instead of setting our sights on the moon.