Wednesday, June 13, 2012


O! fall from brick-fired sky
and soak the earth,

I've waited with sleeves rolled
all day for relief, and
tonight barefoot, I watched pure
earth and darkness in
lingering humid solidity,

I felt it bite at my arms and rest there,
a heavy contraption plummeting steadily,
as one form, as an image obscured by metal and concrete,

from above,
the rain
and below,
the rain--

O! Drowned America,
wandering unaware,
virtuous, plain, penitential, Ah--

I watched the world flushed
away before the night,

I followed it swiftly.

1 comment:

  1. Awesomely done. You've really set yourself apart from other online poets (in a good way).

    Great, great finish.