Here is my offering:
Someday Our Peace Will Come - Ellyn Maybe
one day poetry dropped from the sky
and the animals grew iambic pentameter tails
and the people breathed in stars
one day music dropped from the sky
and the architecture turned symphonic
and the people breathed in harmony
one day memory dropped from the sky
and the past present and future sifted like flour
and the people breathed in wonder
smoke and ash
as distant as two sides of the same coin
