'Twas a time I dreamt the ground gave way,
Pitted child I picked to protect once more.
From this there was no running away,
Towers toppled, mountains fragment and fall.
Been so long waiting for the grave day.
What to do sixty seconds before death,
Send love? Get God? What to even say?
To savor our last meal or our last breath.
"Merciful miracle” meet Armageddon,
In a perfect world with a painless flash.
But reality holds hell before heaven.
How to bring a drawn out ordeal to dash.
I uncovered the kid to the coming collapse
Ceased shielding down and lifting instead.
I held the child above in love and relaxed,
“Close your eyes lil' one... Blessed be the dead.”