Book Return - a haiku

looking up at the sky,

i can understand

why ancient people thought

the earth was flat

and the sky was a dome

our own personal snow globe

only,

we're trapped in it.

now we know

When the rivers turn to blood,

we will know

that our violence,

our unending savagery, our cruelty,

things we pass off as normal,

has gone too far.

When the rivers turn to blood,

we will know.

little lions

poking up through the sidewalk cracks

little lions

rambling along the sides of hills

little lions

puffy yellow stars shining like the sun