Why is it said, it's raining "cats and dogs" why not, "kings and queens"
she smiles
the smiles of niger maidens
dwelling near this small space
the small space
that becomes the biggest space
beyond this corner
that encyclest widest
beyond this earth
your earth
our earth -
& she remains the essence
of our world
encroach'd of cata-combs
from other worlds!
their rocket
flight
of blood
ooze of human
dung
of streams of new
generations
emergent new skies
of threats
counterpoints
cata-combs -
the skulls
everywhere!
like the heralds
of the apocalypse
stars are no more
values are gone
with the winds
of disjointed
times!
The air-ward climb –
On the weaver’s hill:
Ozone-layered: across
The delight of new eggs;
Soft – in my intent, brief!
Transitory; leaping
From side to brighter side;
The non-conceived patterns
Growing in frequencies
By our sea-storms and dead deluge:
Are they brief?
Are they intent?
These cata-combs of broken skulls!
Are they the import of our essence?