One Million Day Funeral

One Million Day Funeral
By David Cortez

And when the saints saw what they had done,
They shone their blades up to the sun,
With down cast eyes and sorrow creep,
They drove the ends in hearts so deep.

They gazed upon the world ablaze,
And felt the pain of world razed.
As we looked up with hands held high,
We prayed for God yet cursed the sky.

They reached their hands through stratosphere,
As we reached up with fingers near.
They all looked on as we drew close,
As we like them both felt remorse.

They felt hope that they could save,
The ones left over after shadow paved.
All around thickened fires burn,
The world in ashes after embers turn.

And yet through chaos hope holds fast,
Among remains of humans passed.
The saints above look down on hell,
That claimed the Earth as buildings fell.

Machines that tower over clouds,
Have breached the darkest poisoned shrouds.
Those survived escape mottled ground,
To leave the Earth where death is found.

The clouds erupt in light and flame,
As engines blast machine overcame.
And I look on, up to the high,
Where human ships traverse the sky.

I watch them all as they grow dim,
Each light left Earth in heaven’s rim.
I hope they find what peace they seek,
In furthest reaches of space’s bleak.

For us on Earth, who stayed behind,
To rebuild home and resurrect our kind,
At times we look on distant stars,
And wonder if just one was ours