The sun had its sky, the sky had its blue,The blue had its clouds, all held to an ensuing loss.
The world had its nectar to offer; stunning mountain ranges,
Plentiful fields of grain, sustaining waters…
The sky did then forsake them on this day;
Widowed of a pristine love bathing them in joy,
The weight of it unhappily tumbled down,
Congregating with one another, mourning…
The sun had its sky, the sky had its blue,
The blue had its clouds, all gripped in looming collapse.
After the shock of death’s swift alliance with anger
They held their heads high and marched onward,
All the while in grief’s search they strode past denial
And posed the earth's hovering question;
Why? Why did the sky abandon our trust?
“I’ve never seen people enjoying their husband’s death so much.”
Screeched the hollow voice of the rigor-mortis-bitch-of-rant;
The miscreant’s language spilled from an empty breach
Splintering, once again, the solemn day’s widowed sky.
Copyright © 2006 mrp
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