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dead leaves - dust - blowing

Posted to Action Poetry




the day the earth died
all the children stood still
it was the final insult
bombing rain on the hills
the pianos were haunted
dead leaves - dust - blowing
silent notes rung out
tears on a scented handkerchief
despondent widowed clouds
grieving for their husband, Sun
screaming stars glittering infernal
dead leaves - dust - blowing
and all you want to do is sit down
find a rock to crawl under and hide
but the day the earth dies
all the rocks will rebel
their traumatic rain will create a death
dead leaves - dust - blowing


(inspired by Tom Waits - Bone Machine)