When the world shakes
And the walls they crumble
When the system cracks,
Splinters: fragments apart
Riding voices can be heard
On the cold, cold wind

Yet amongst the shards of ruin
As She awakens, in fright
He cradles
Her closer
As if shielding her sight

(This one is from 2009 and was written in response to the Expressionist play 'Awakening.' It was also one of several which had to be performed. EEK! It is harder than it seems to perform poetry - especially something you have written. Even in character. Anyways: read it in a whisper and assume darkness and a little bar of side lighting. When compared to things that I wrote in 2008 I think I may be learning some restraint).