the world is fragile
with these eyes
fresh from visions
of destruction
the ripped and bleeding flesh
has seared its image
in my mind
bits of broken plastic
shards of glass glittering
on the cement
souvenirs of the impact
remains that will slowly erode
with time
as my vision returns
to its calloused state
only the scars
will be left behind
to remind us of how fragile
the world can suddenly
become
