(poem) Before Dawn
(written 7th Aug 2025)
The dawn had barely broken when the clouds all called dibs,
One by one they shot down the stars out of the sky,
No awakened eyes to wish upon their fallen corpses,
The clocks struck four, landing sharp upon anvil throats,
And it poured, it poured like the day when earth was born.
I stood with my foot strapped in a boot and crutch to hold my weight,
I let the rain lick of the shards of remaining dreams,
I let the rain do its job well,
I mumble words of dire forgiveness like vapor,
Words of those like mine have no place in the air.
Then I think about those who speak as sons of god,
Those with chests all too proud and hands all too bloodladen,
Those who choke love at first sight,
Those who grow like moss in the cracks of the earth,
Those who spread like cancer upon the crust.
I fall to the ground for the weight is too great to bear,
I hear the Earth whisper it plans to the rhythm of the drops,
Let the disease run its course,
Run itself to the ground and nourish new life,
Let the rain do its job well.