the gutters today
overflow
with the tears
shed
from our Mother's
reddened eyes
and darkened skies
we heard her stormy roars
and have felt
her scorching fury
but now come the clouds
of her closing eyes that loose
the first drops
and the heavy sobs that
gush sagging winds
around your body
so weary from
the swings
and the tides
she controls now the
seas that unfold
with a harrowed ease
the strongest ships
in the slightest breeze
she strips the man
back to the boy
you shiver in the puddles
your trimmed trench coat
that drapes
in cluttered coils
around you
It's gotten too big
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