The aftershock from the Heavens
Exploded in the sky,
Sending shafts of light
Searching out the earth.
A Quasar shaped composition,
Not unlike the Black Hole of the Gods,
That with one intake
Could annihilate all men.
I could only stand there,
Absorbed in some ritual trance,
As if waiting for a shaman to arrive.
To chant in a low melodious tone,
A mediatory prayer -
That would calm the dead,
And keep this world alive.