Pale, divine light clothing
a hundred people laying like carcass –
a thick fist of people
punching into the system of failure,
unrelieved, dismayed. Faced with
downfall, tracing point A to B without
any other in tow but luggage,
they annulled the flight so we pull
an escape when it rained – it taught us
where to hide, where to run,
what to do when we are soaked in sound
of rain pummeling the rooftop,
what warmth to share
on a bed meant for two with
only one dent.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC
Pale, divine light clothing
a hundred people laying like carcass –
a thick fist of people
punching into the system of failure,
unrelieved, dismayed. Faced with
downfall, tracing point A to B without
any other in tow but luggage,
they annulled the flight so we pull
an escape when it rained – it taught us
where to hide, where to run,
what to do when we are soaked in sound
of rain pummeling the rooftop,
what warmth to share
on a bed meant for two with
only one dent.
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