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
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