Deluge

The sky is falling
and I am an ant beneath a stone.

A man beneath a building 
sleeps alone.

Hunger, want of love and life,
drowns on this day.

This stone, this home of hide’a’away,
is to be lost, another forgotten memory. 

Cities look ahead,
to progress, to riches beyond sight, 

but beyond sight, is the man alone,
gazing at his empty bowl.

Sky is falling, filling tiny hopes 
with tears once dreams,

with melodies, once prayers, 
now a pool of loss to drink. 

Ant and man, beneath the light,
beneath the flood, the tide of night. 

forgotten.