Revelation

He peered up through leafless branches,
Wondering who had shattered the sky.
'Twas the fall,
And all the fruits had rotted; died;
Now sat upon the ground, deflating; sunken.
Like potbellied men
They sat on their ponderous flat bottoms,
Peering 'round over their paunches,
Wondering who had shattered the sky.

Slowly, slowly, he saw the stars,
Towering streetlights squinting to Perdition's depth:
Beckoning crumbs of Lazarus, atop the table.
He sat at the gate on the concrete steps
And he wept for the fable,
Beckoning, and then for himself.
He peered up through leafless branches;
'Twas the fall.