Their eyes watched His alighted, singed wing It was this day, this moment They stopped hearing the lark sing The plebeians accepted Their sentence Lineage scoured With cruel condescendence See Jupiter’s glare, the tense arcus The dust stilled, dazzling heights Were dashed Chariots thundered, levity vanished, rotted, cascades No longer thrashed In yesteryear, they knew a rouge-colored sky They knew of depressions and renaissances They knew of the pitted brown winters They knew of fresh fields calling They now see vein’s maroon From a high hope’s falling