We were warned
now, we grieve
Wordsworth
and frost and-
Didn't Listen
To the Grand,
The sky,
To our heavens
I miss it, like
Children who
Forgot
the faces of
Their before
Cement forest,
The city
Of stars,
Man-made landscape
Flipped around
Lost in space
His voice
No longer heard
I am sorry
For it all
Death has
Never felt so
Relentless
