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.