Disappearing thoughts

wiggle away like slick eels

gone down the river 

Siddle up to old 

father time and see if there's

a way to slow it down 

Sparrows please spare me 

when nature strikes back against 

sick humanity 

Sunflowers brown and

desiccated mourn the end 

of the growing time 

The worn and battered 

boots were not unlike his face

that had seen much life 

Hot ash once human

rains down with furious force 

in the aftermath 

The dreaded moment 

moves irrevocably 

towards its conclusion