Memoriam

I didn’t write a poem for today.
It’s hard enough to find the better words
Describing any fire, or the birds
Remaining up when others fell away,
Remaining in the rubble for a while,
Waiting on a rescue, or a voice
Alluding to a rescue, so the choice
To hope a little longer's not a mile
Underneath the view that, but a minute
Prior, he had had, before the crash.
The world is quickly rubble, quickly ash;
My heart is thickly heavy, and in thin it
Waits upon the wreckage, and a call
To see another vista ere a fall.