The rain falls cold and hard today:
the battered land
stands dauntless, there to understand
the wanting and
the wantless
The sight today is curbed:
the eyes would fill
unbidden; though the seeker’s will
would rather they
be hidden
Fall, please come and fall down, rain:
I will not see this like again,
I will not see these roads, this place,
I will not ever see again that face
There is no balm in Gilead:
the wounds are fresh
and tender; raked by wire and mesh
with no means of
surrender
These panaceas do not work:
they leave me numb
of power, lost and very dump
a statue in
a shower
But fall, please come and fall down, rain:
I will not see this like again,
I will not see these roads, this place,
I will not ever see again that face
Again that face
Again
that face