on the thousandth day

on the thousandth day we wept —
for the midnightspeech, for the
love we found on the internet
gave way to some nauseating froth

two feet and a metronome
we as teens each night knelt &
prayed for communal well-being,
for a cleansing worldquake

and when it came, we were ready

but on the thousandth day, we wept