A night sky appearing like Armageddon-
Bruised colored clouds pregnant
with contracting floods poised
to burst-
Clear blue streaks, like a crooked
limb split the night sky in two
forced even the constellations
to take shelter-
Convinced the heavens had
opened and undeserving
pagans would fall
from the broken seams-
Me, being a semi false
Catholic searched for
hidden relics.
The pink rosary, hidden
for decades in my very
own arc of the conveniently forgotten.
A borrowed bible from one of
my children, and a crucifix
I painted at summer camp.
Heaven screamed and moaned
for hours last night. Maybe God
was trying to cleanse the filth
from this planet. I saw the news
this morning. Hell is still alive
and well here on Earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem