Ii: the Drizzles

Sir – You saw the drizzles Before the rains – The early clouds moved you not! Now, in a monody You sweat in singing the solace? Sir – dear father of new rivers, The kids saw the stars, your strange stars Twinkling from their darkening horizon – Stars with dimmed faces! – Hiding their stereoscopic visions Under their dark clot of dimmed lights: Indeed we saw them twinkling Coming to the representors – Then while night fully sucked Their lights into dead stars, They witched off some voicy lads Into their catabolic dungeon – Oh, Sir – Those lads situate among the representors Who defied the coaxing secret treaty; Sir, they whisked them off Into the torment dungeon: Creating a half-empty sky of representors!