Blue Mountain

Climb high on Blue Mountain, hug the dark rain clouds; they too will burst into tears that water concrete jungles and wash traces of ***** blood from asphalt Climb high on Blue Mountain and bawl your green eyes red Your womb is ancient, futile, never to shed another, another to choose this calamity Climb high on Blue Mountain, close to the heavens but far away from creator Where he is there’s jubilation Cry tears red like Pharaoh’s plague, and when you alight retreat down your crooked way What is it that jungle wished for, pounds of flesh? Climb high on Blue Mountain and look out You cried your green eyes shut but there are no changes; you were void of vision and concrete must be fed with blood and tears Climb high on Blue Mountain and look at your creation