Tugging the string of Fate
By: Ezekiel Gonzales
As the crystal sky descends and the inky night emerges
The homes we divide to—only but mere feet apart
The red line of Fate twists,
Dwindles in to a thin strip
Tug,
Tug,
Tug,
TUG,
TUG,
TUGGING,
TUGGING—
As the inky night descends and the crystal sky emerges
No home to divide to, only earthy tombs
Not but mere inches apart
A red line of Fate— not one we know
Grows in distance,
A size we know not of
tug-
