Waiting For The Fall

The livestock
and pets
won’t rest,  
and I can’t sleep myself.

Got no mail again today —
it’s like there’s no one left
who cares to write
or even to try and sell me stuff.

It’s a beautiful world, but it feels 
like it’s ready to drown —
something in the sky
wants to come down.

I can’t help but think about  
what Lucifer must have looked like when he fell —
from the right, ruined and hideous;
from the left, resembled an angel still.

What’s so obvious to look at now?
I don’t trust my eyes.
Two sides to every story: good side,
bad side, and both are becoming lies.