Molly Clark

B Block

March 13, 2008

What's to Wait For

I am waiting for the metal sky to fall

For a sheet of iron to escape the rest

And slam down, slicing my lips open.

And when I feel to close to speaking the truth I can lock my jaw shut

Where the bone meets the plastic they repaired me with

After the sky caved in.

I am waiting for this building to crumble

A structure built of lies can only stand for so long

And when if falls I will be trapped beneath,

Numb with relief

Watching the crowd thin like smoke,

Turning a cheek on the rubble.

I am waiting for that little girl in the back of the crowd

To step up to my remains

I'll whisper in her ear through unlocked lips, and as my spin begins to tense,

she will watch my eyes as she says

"We are all decaying and wasting away.

How can we wait for the one thing to complete us,

when it changes day by day?"