Great Gray Sky

Why is it, when you turn gray
I turn gray too, in a way or two
You turn me over unto sadness
My back, bare against clouds
I am indifferent now

Or indifferent at best
When your clouds come to rest
Why is it, could you tell me
That you radiate such beauty
Yet here I am, left shrouded

Shrouded by your yesterdays
Memories living on scar tissue
How could hell freeze over
And its inhabitants still burn
Why is it, you drop my umbrella

Great gray sky, turn me gray
Turn me into yesterday
Pain is much easier to bear
When someone is there
To help split its share

Shimmering sky, turn to gray
Turn back unto yesterday
For I love the fruit you bear
But now no one is left here
With whom I can share

Faunal Machinery

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Can you not see it?
The skyline
So neatly swept up
The food chains
All whittled to bone

So flush and angular
So ordered and neat
The “beauty” of single file

The children of the sky and sea
Their feathers turned to pens
Their fins turned to soup

Strings crying from harsh bowing
The sounds of their former whole
Screaming like metal

These aching machines
All parts of other wholes
They live beyond death

I think we know it
Everybody knows it
And everybody hears it

The houses crying and swaying
adjusting their repurposed bodies
Everybody hears it

We just choose to ignore it