After Fall

After Fall

Steven Searcy

The world was gold—
it all fell down,
shriveled, turned brown,
speckled with mold.

The sky is clear,
but in each tree
and field, I see
predation, fear.

Each hungry eye
glances about
with the same shout—
I must not die!

All fingers strain,
grasping to stay
safe, to snatch prey,
to hold off pain.

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Steven Searcy
Poet & Engineer

Steven lives with his wife and three sons in Atlanta, GA, where he earns a living working as an engineer in fiber optic telecommunications. He is a graduate of Vanderbilt University and Georgia Institute of Technology.

Photography by Mike Gles