Blood Red Sky

 

for a minute

he was free

for a moment

he exhaled

the thick sticky air

absorbing the human drama

almost closing his eyes

to tubby ballerinas

and sad-eyed ghouls

awkwardly trying

to avoid each other

as they glided less-than-gracefully

across the dying blood red sky

contained

in an ever shrinking room

smearing themselves

sticking to each other

and staining all

that once was

those that watched

played their devoted games

tapping hard sole shoes

ever so softly

around the inevitable

around what all knew

would come

if pigs could fly

grieved a griever

nursing a ballerina

back to her feet

after her fall

from grace