Fritz Crytzer Poet I do not know?

Black Rain

BLACK RAIN

CRAAAAACK!
the welkin fabric ripped,
heaven cried 

CRAAAAACK again!
the last of the rain dripped!

Not the clearsweet crystal 
droplets that nurture growth
and bloom flora and fauna,
but oleic splatters of ebon darkness.

Oleic drops of satanic darkness
that fester avaricious growth and
when used away, leave empty desire, 
painful needs, unfilled greed.

The black rain has fed us
led us to what we are, not what
we shouldcould soulfully be -  
a moral child of a human father.

CRAAACK! 
No more oily drops fell.  

I gazed into fading black rain pools 
dismally small, and pondered . . .
tearfully pondered how we
wouldcould in an ebon darkness

survive.

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Michael Whatley May 9, 2016 at 9:04 AM Powerful write, Fritz. I love the way you've worded it, and squeezed some words together - it adds a whole new level of personality... Fritz Crytzer May 12, 2016 at 6:49 PM Thank you, Michael. Sometimes I like to merge words, especially when I want to portray a tense, feeling. Sort of e.e. cummings, maybe? Fritz the Cat