Jupiter Falling

Stood here, alone, at the very edge, as quiet Morning breaks; Rumblings from a distant train, low overhead A Peewit flies:- Those strange, mewing calls; it sounds as if the Whole fate Of a diminished race should hang upon some Shrill utterance of a wandering bird's cry. And heard in that plaintive cry? All the vast, Widening breadth found only in a far out solitude. An unsettling, fragile stillness this. Just then, Above the flattened, grey dawn, Jupiter stalling -- But grasped, to be tumbled in a mad, rushing, Sudden downward swoop Of scooped up air! Earth eagerly tilting to Purposefully confuse When urging about disaster -- the fractured horizon Partly disintegrating whilst partly reforming... But that masterful Bird, buoyed, secured within his dizzying loop; Where from, arrogant Jupiter, still garbed yet In faded glory...now falling, falling, falling.