Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Specters of the Flood
Night thick as tar; boiling black
Stars are merely a rumor
Ethiopian ghosts stretch
Shuffling restless from tombs
Magic dark rhinoceros horn
Swallowed moon on Serengeti
Billows in western sky form
Clouds; ripe and threatening
Lightning ripping edges jagged
On heavens skirt… blue eyes weeping rain
Bursts of furious wind
Reveal her hurt in flashes of pain
A tormented sky of agony
Weeping her injury through a cloud
Waters of death surround the huts
Specters of the flood cry out
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