When Sky Falls,” by Tyler J.

The hushed smell of the rain

       reaches out with shiny hands

       and pats gently at the windowpane.

       God has been divorced.


       I listen on to the world

       slowly turning itself into

       amorphous puzzle pieces,

       and I only wonder how


       I’ll put it all back together,

       before the stars collapse

       and the Moon burns herself out.

       God has left us all to drown.