The sky is exploding
sending shards of shrapnel
down to Earth
Orbs of cold and wet
that burst on impact
and soak their target in tears
Pieces of shrapnel
skitter across the road
on legs made of fragility
Cold and wet
Teardrops of the sky
Who is it that cries?
Who do they cry for?
Do they see the shadows
that many on Earth have become?
Do they weep because
we are devoured by darker times?
Are the tears,
clear and cold,
pulled by the untimely arrival
of death to a young soul's side?
Do these weepers,
these beings who hide in the sky,
also suffer from
the dark diseases of life,
The mind-numbing drinks
And crazy-making smoke
And blood-hungry metal?
Why does no one weep for them
the way they weep for us?
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
The sky is exploding
sending shards of shrapnel
down to Earth
Orbs of cold and wet
that burst on impact
and soak their target in tears
Pieces of shrapnel
skitter across the road
on legs made of fragility
Cold and wet
Teardrops of the sky
Who is it that cries?
Who do they cry for?
Do they see the shadows
that many on Earth have become?
Do they weep because
we are devoured by darker times?
Are the tears,
clear and cold,
pulled by the untimely arrival
of death to a young soul's side?
Do these weepers,
these beings who hide in the sky,
also suffer from
the dark diseases of life,
The mind-numbing drinks
And crazy-making smoke
And blood-hungry metal?
Why does no one weep for them
the way they weep for us?
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