the rooftops

body bags, cold ditches

it rained in the morning
just like the earth knew
it knew what had happened
and the rain flooded the streets
those streets without traffic lights
the rain flooded those streets
and it tried to drown all that
but it couldn’t
nothing ever will
and it’s the same scene
with some different names
but they’re all the same
sometimes mountains
sometimes streets
or a city or a village
a capital or the country
it’s the eyes behind the sight
it’s the cold bodies with the clothing cut away
there’s a spider on the man’s coat
it’s a black wool coat because it’s that time of year
there is blood on the floor
children straining to see through a grate near the ceiling
the spider is crawling on his coat
the bodies are pulled out like drawers