Dark Elegies  

When the heart breaks,
Nothing changes.
The clock continues to tick,
And life goes on.
Birds sing,
The Sun rises,
And people get up,
Go to work,
Make and break—
Things.
Fill time,
Or waste it.
All goes on as normal—
No great cataclysm,
That jars the Earth from its axis,
Making it spiral out of control,
In a universe of falling stars,
Portending doom.

© 2006 Adriana Davies