He crashed into my life
like a meteor hurtling down
onto an unsuspecting, sleeping city.
Can you hug a plunging, superheated rock from space?
No, you cannot.
His words, his voice
It woke me up
like you might sit up and notice
when an asteroid wallops the earth
with the power of 100 H-bombs.
He dominates my waking thoughts
as that stray fireball might dominate the evening news.
The chaos, the destruction—how does it make you feel, ma’am?
There are reminders of him everywhere
like the millions of fragments and shards left behind
after the explosion.
and the massive, smoking, empty crater.