Bucketloads Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Bucketloads
The sky did open,
and bucketloads
of what is usually
contained inside
the honeywagons
rained down,
as if to drown
the lot.
It was the logical
and pertinent
as well as long-awaited
conclusion,
to an investigation
of the people's souls.
And afterward they closed
the sky for good,
for one, the sewers
had been emptied,
the other reason?
it does escape me now.
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