Heaven pours out its sorrows
To cleanse the wounded,
to chill the tempered minds of fissured souls.
All is swallowed into the porous stained earth.
From the bowels of the earth gushing sorrows
Spring up to mingle with those of heaven.
Let this rain cover the whole earth,
An earth no longer able to bear the weight of its sins,
An earth eradicated of every living thing
That has fouled its former beauty.
Though we look to prophets,
We know well our desecrations.
We write our obituaries upon the walls of our conscience.
We know we deserve to die.