quotidian fears

the world breaks into fragments fissile it cracks
as we wake into new morning with its shocks
who has died we ask each day in what attacks

but in another mode we trace the tracks
of monsters that leave their footprints in rocks
the world breaks into fragments fissile it cracks

the storm that comes in summer rages and wracks
the ships that dare to venture from the docks
who has died we ask each day in what attacks

to question all this seems inane it smacks
of truths that have not yet put on their socks
the world breaks into fragments fissile it cracks

the loads that we all carry on our backs
come every day from well-replenished stocks
who has died we ask each day in what attacks

we see the gains we see even more the lacks
we have the hard-won times harsh knocks
the world breaks into fragments fissile it cracks
who has died we ask each day in what attacks