Leuven Summer 2004
The sky opens daily unleashing its sorrows;
Drenched from head to toes with mourning
I am soaked at my marrow;
The thickness of disgrace and disillusionment
Pours from the pours of the inhabitants
Morose unsung songs stick to the root of
Intoxicated tongues.
The heavy laden gray pregnant clouds
Sits on the shoulders of the natives,
Who, broken from the weight of centuries of
Lies, deceit, and silenced horrors,
Snarl at tourists, guests, and the accidental immigrant.
Buildings, rebuilt and rebuilt in an endlessly unchanging
Pattern of neurotic compulsion,
Look unnaturally new of yesterday’s atrocities;
Yet the newest is a present day holocaust,
As spirits abandon bodies perpetuating mind-crimes
And clouds hang pregnant mothers
With sorrow and unleashes mournful sadness
Of the dead who walk a life they cannot live.
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