Who will cry.

Who will cry when it ends?

Who will cry when it ends? 
Surely not the sky above,
Whose indifference is as clear as the stars and planets,
Our absence letting their song ring true
In the brilliant night, 

Will a flower bloom or a bee
Reach its petals?
Will they pity their misguided keepers
Who finally nourish with their decaying foolishness?
O, to miss a bird greeting the daylight,
Singing in existential joy.

Is that a solitary butterfly left
Or is it a dead leaf flying high, pushed by the triumphant wind
Upward through the cleansed air?

Copyright  Eddie Lew 5/17/2009