THE CLOUD ABOVE THE STARVING

 

For a while the cloud resembled a face

Stern eyed large nosed thin smile

Gave salute right handed in acknowledgment

The breeze pressed through as if turning head

You can marvel at what is happening

And still reject the ending

Exhalation but the lights all switched out

What game to give cloud a name

Backwards map out life story about

Until moment fades and restores default

You can run after but never catch up

And still insist on the same

Once in a while's portion

For clouds resembling humans

Then back to wispy sketches

Until faded out from conscious

You can aim stratospheric bomb

And still love small crawling on foot

For a while a peace came violent

Slow requests ignored over update

The fate of hands causing the silence

Growing impressions before magistrates

You can pretend to have true motives

And still they assume nothing touches

You can build plans that change with sunset

And still they insist efforts are wasted

You can see a path and follow instinct

And still they laughed and called you dangerous

You can master if wanted a limited choice

And still instead of hands just fingers point

Do of want because it's still allowed

A salute for a face seem appeared

In the clouds.