Friday, June 02, 2006

A City In The Mist

Neither Lud nor London is this town
where thoroughfares are floored with mud
and skies are roofed with heavy grey cloud.
Residents shake their fists and curse the rain
never seeing sun.

Grey is the city, only relieved by brown
where thoroughfares are floored with mud.
Bluffs hang over water, heavy-browed
and the river downstream carries a spreading stain
as far as it runs.

Weighed down by water, the bluffs frown
as the river rises, swelling to flood
and skies are roofed with heavy grey cloud.
Cliff-face crumples as if in pain
knows itself undone.

Slow slide of soil from the cliff’s crown,
river water swirls red as blood.
Fleeing on foot, desperate, once-proud
residents shake their fists and curse the rain
even as they run.

Now that great strange city is drowned,
the folk are scattered by landslide and flood.
Like frog and fish in well, that great crowd
of people lived as at the bottom of a drain
never seeing sun.

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