Frank James Ryan

(1959 / New York)

Black Showers {version ||} - Poem by Frank James Ryan

Black showers burst in torrents,
while nature blows her cold, moist breath
into the twilight sky....until -
eclipsed by the black of mire,
like stale molasses thick and dark,
drizzling, pouring... intransigently
like an albatross... taking charge;
imbruing, harbouring...,
becoming a blanket
some call mid-eastern gold,
the same as that
consumed en-masse... by the West -
like zoloft and oxygen,
precious substances pure as sin.
Just ask the Gulf of Mexico,
and its live aquatic world -
under seige, waning fast,
from the painful black smotherings.
Mother Nature...powerless,
{Not a role she is accustomed to}
stands in helpless awe,
her underworld enshackled,
'neath heavy blankets...black.
Still these Creatures fight
with blood-sweat, twitching
with end-stage rigor,
'till one by one...enfossilized...they die.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 24, 2011


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