Mortality

Falling from the sky
Suspended by a ring of cloth
Drifting on a sea of wind
For all that it's worth
I'm falling to the earth
The killers below skyward aiming
Crashing streaks of endless maiming
Taunting the immortal vapor
With mortal self
Indulged.

Ruins of the sky protest
In jest; spit upon the earth
Bathing in a stream of mud
For all that it's worth
I'm returning to my berth
The killers around now ignoring
Thunder jolts the torrents of mourning
Taunting the immortal ways
With mortal self
Indulged.