skeptical sky looks down
with furrowed clouds
        fires making patchwork of ancient forests  
        planting hands dropping seeds by rows
        bullet blasts
        moms wiping muddied cheeks  
        marching feet in fierce formation   
        sycamore roots spreading past state lines
        spoils-laden convoys heading home
        skaters slicing frozen pond with perfect 8s
        strafing planes
        irises rising beside oxeye daisies    
        schools battened down
        phoebes frantic to feed young
        hungry arms stretched thin from begging   
        cacti blooming magenta haloes
wind tsks a “seen it all before”
then heaven weeps