Sonnet #395

 If you just hold still enough the time will come

When all gods creatures lay down in the grass

Lion and lamb and lovely you, all in the same

Field of flowers, where peace, at last at last

Until we are all ready to hold very still

We will need to sharpen our will and steel

And build the pyres of our funerary world

Where all the falling species, all the real

Dwindles into parking lots and oil fields

And we will put this world to sleep enough

To lower lambs and lions and us into movie reels

That are all that carry us, how we laughed,

How we trembled and cried and sang and broke everything

Until we hold still just long enough for grass to respring