Sitting I watch
a meteorite shower
hitting birds in flight,
their feathers falling lightly,
like snowflakes.

For those birds it happened
in an instant,
so sudden
they didn’t feel no pain,
while down there
between the remains,
children collecting their feathers,
entangled in crowns on their heads,
were dancing and imitating
the sounds,
those they alone now possess,
as no more is what
they went on to imitate.

Endless acorns
left without devoted carrier,
insects feasting on the leaves in spring,
and the air grew insufficient,
rivers went more dry,
disappeared the engineers who would
put together systems of filtration,
the spare parts and the mechanics,
for a while
there was no more panic,
just the taste of
HEAT.