They say

We are hurtling

Down.

I still wake each morning

Put on my coffee

Read my paper

And sit at my window.

They say

We are hurtling

Down.

I still call to my neighbor

Walk to my car

Motor to work

And sit at my window.

They say

We are hurtling

Down.

I still drive home in darkness

Order in pizza

Turn on the tv

And sit at my window.

They say

We are hurtling

Down.

I still clean up my dishes

Brew up some Twinings

Pick up a novel

And sit at my window.

Thunder claps

Lightning snaps

And I see

Through my window

The pavement

Drawing

Closer…

SPLAT.