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This morning,
the sideways rain
of last night swallowed by the
roots of the forest and
the water pooled in
craters along the road.
Wind stroking its fingers
through my tousled hair, my
legs hum softly.
Like the cup
of water as the wash
roars next door…
Does blood
spoil as it shakes?
Get up, fool. We
have all just begun! What
will I tell your mother? Have
you choked on this
heavy air with its stir?
Through the window and
into your head with every
lonesome bore? Or
Perhaps it was your father
And his failures?
“There is no god”, you said.
I can assure
you the little
ones still believe
that is who
you now embrace.
Outside the worms crawl
to the wet pavement and
They are helpless under the sun
whom rises while you sleep.
I watch as the gulls
pick them apart, and confer with myself
That both you and them,
had it coming.
This morning,
the sideways rain
of last night swallowed by the
roots of the forest and
the water pooled in
craters along the road.
Wind stroking its fingers
through my tousled hair, my
legs hum softly.
Like the cup
of water as the wash
roars next door…
Does blood
spoil as it shakes?
Get up, fool. We
have all just begun! What
will I tell your mother? Have
you choked on this
heavy air with its stir?
Through the window and
into your head with every
lonesome bore? Or
Perhaps it was your father
And his failures?
“There is no god”, you said.
I can assure
you the little
ones still believe
that is who
you now embrace.
Outside the worms crawl
to the wet pavement and
They are helpless under the sun
whom rises while you sleep.
I watch as the gulls
pick them apart, and confer with myself
That both you and them,
had it coming.