Something is Coming
Beneath the biscuit-bitten moon of dawn
There’s a hint of something unknown,
unprecedented enough that even the howling wind has flaked
To something spider-thin;
To the bare wire frames of lyricism.
Since then, the sky has darkened.
And static has started to skitter across asphalt and window-frames.
Somewhere a god made its anguish heard
And loosed a sadness upon those ears that knew it.
See yourself reflected on pavement
And know that you are drowned.
Not just in the wetness of it,
But in light
from sky and man alike.
Watch as trees twist
To hieroglyphic shapes
And pylons conspire
In their own electric language.
Pull skin tight to your skeleton
Is this it ?
But as the storm subsides
Even sunlight hides