from: "The Last Time that the World Ended"
Disaster becomes only a word after too
long
And grief always looks the same from the
sky
When every storm is the worst storm
How many times have I rebuilt my life?
How much destroyed or left behind,
by forces of nature, by acts of God, by
Mindlessness and happenstance?
Where were the legions of angels, then?
Covington, PW. “The Last Time that the World Ended.” Sacred Wounds. Slough Press, 2015.
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