poem: miles high & falling

chadwick

you can hear the apple coming to the ground
tree crying losing another
(you would then) see the cross of constellation whimpering
like a child she couldn't understand just yet

each following year she lived more raggedy
before too many centuries had past her hair split
those eye once shined red now coal black
her misplaced voodoo doll drove the seas beneath
she had crumbled & became grief
those rainbows collected now forever lost
toy boxes they cried in deep mines

you could (sometimes) see her fire from iced blood
like a vulture in a cage starved for circling clouds
she fell
eyes rolled back
all the train whistles screaming full in her skull
have stopped
dropped
she has finally given in

her (tortured) soul no longer bears fruit
she will grow darker in shine
a purple-black twinkle splattered across the cross
she now sleeps inside each our nights
her confessions we dream
before sunrise screams full in its falling
another apple goes down