Global Killer

Courageous in the wake
of an asteroid.
It plows into my room,
obliterates my name,
my world—
all that is left is my craft.
No pieces,
no trace of life—
only thoughts
careening
like clumsy birds
then soaring to the sky
to caress the stars,
and fall like the asteroid.
I think it brave
until my thoughts are buried
in ruins.

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