The world unravels at the seam,
Imagine it: threads snapping off, sliding out
A great big rip throughout.

The world unfolds in water,
Imagine it: paper unfurling, turning inside out
A useless thing just floating about.

The world explodes,
Imagine it: dust scattered everywhere – the crash, the boom, the clang
And (sorry Eliot) a definite bang.

Do you think God weeps?

I know I would, if I had spent an eternity
Stitching the cloth, folding the paper, moulding the hearth,
beauty everywhere –
a universe: inside an atom, outside the Earth –
and everything arranged with care.
Timelessness: a guarantee, a certainty.

Until we came and tore it all apart.
Until we came and ripped out God’s heart.