Sunrise

in either case the trumpets blare

the living green turns to brown

what legacy we find behind us

a warning cloud exactly played

for humanity writes its own notice

the song is freely sung as we

peer over our shoulders wondering

who put the blood across the lintel

and how did it happen just like that

for in one single moment, the earth rattles

and tips this way and that, dizzy, fearful,

not another warning, but full steam ahead

the good, the bad, no one recognizes them

for the hatred is gone from their eyes

and all we want now is a good night’s sleep

and a sunrise in the morning