walking on the sidewalk after the rain
did my best not
to step in the poison
the trees the flowers did their best
to drink in the rain
but I was not fooled
nor taken in
by the poison
the sky had been laced with
thirteen white ribbon,
(I counted them)
ribbons which grew, expanding
across a once blue horizon
and then, later, the rain came pouring down
dissolving all that the ribbons had
to fall everywhere
and here we are
left to think
of death and
all this rain falls on God's creation
watering man flora and beast
the tide has been unleashed
it falls down from heaven
yet what Godless
creature would create and detonate
dissolving this ribbon of poison
down on us/me?
what kind of man would reign
and rain down upon us:
bombs and scuds and drones
and this new dissolving ribbon
in the sky
does He think He is God?
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Melissa A Howells
There is a reference, which was implied but not intended here.
Think of Stevie Wonder's Ribbon In The Sky...a song about love.
How ironic, if this song is playing in your head as your read this
short poem...because my poem is about a kind of deliberately
calibrated and manufactured hate, deceit, destruction, death.
Ever notice the word-bit of "man" in manufactured?