crowns

when the sky
falls,
when we are running
for a shelter
or a rock,
and we are tripping
on heads.

you can't find anyone,
not even the flash
of a stranger,
and you want to.

this is running
and there's too many
gasps.

the sky breaks
like a jigsaw puzzle.

you have nothing left
to do
but sit.

the remains,
and whatever is left
will crown
you.