The sky wept
bitter wrenching drop
fat and full
that ran off the rooftops
and slapped the ground
falling out of
broken drain pipes
the sky wept
vinagrette
its been overcast for weeks
casting thin grey shaows
that play with faded
messages on the wall
"hands off vietnam"
the clouded sky contrasts
with the green dome
built by the money of the man
who raped half of africa
and now has nothing
but scholars to his name
the sky wept to wash our eyes
and we pierced her
with needles
and disregard we live in her
and breathe her
we go about our business.
and i need a way home.
but now
even the sky is foul
and her tears are
no longer pure
the sky wept a vinagrette
ahe wept what she had left
she wept what we have given her.
Author notes
i don't know why i am always writing about rain, nor why the sky is a she... i know she was in egyptian mythology... maybe that's why... hell if i know
hope you enjoy.
Written January 31st, 2005
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I've always enjoyed your poems about the sky, I always just get a good image and I think a lot, as far as this one, it was a little bit harsh maybe a tad introspective, and really well written.
its been overcast for weeks... this stanza was really really great, the way I read it is beautifull, it's constant like a thunderstorm, but you occasionaly throw in a loud clap of thunder to make us jump, and I loved the no punctuation thing, or the very little punctuation thing, only 2 periods, your almost as good as me, at not using punctuation. great poem
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