I lay here awake
Speaking past the plaster,
To wind, blown north,
Past where Jesus was born,
And some mother is being abused somewhere.
As I spoke and cried inside,
I cringed at the thought of water.

The red lining of a white cloud
Glares me down
Past the cut grass,
And the ***** houses
With the nice front doors.

I wanted pain for you
I wanted pain for me,
But no one would learn,
Because no one would feel pain.
We are a world of the immune.
Numbed by the convenient fog
Because the clouds are too lazy
to feed the Earth
and
Rain.