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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.