It's happening again.
All around us.
The stomach of the sky, so bloated, so pregnant,
has been rent open.
Casting down around us
the juices of the heavens.
It's happening all over again.
The dull ache.
That old familiar feeling,
reminding me
of days spent watching shadowplay
of a time when everything was still perfect.
But as far as I can remember
it's never been that way
so why is the feeling there
how could it exist
fresh from the womb
we all stared down the rabid mouth of life
hearts pierced by the mercilous
gaping hunger
eyes stained by the deluge
of blood
It's happening. It's all happening
around us.
Stay under cover.
Stay warm.
Stay hidden.
