By J.J. Tindall
People Made of Rain Could Wreck God
1
Question: What is the shape of the sky?
Answer: The sun never lies.
You can’t always
See it but the sun is always
There, always aware,
Even when spring squalls
Like black jellyfish
Dangling rain
Approach slowly
From beyond the shapeless sky.
The sun is always there
And never
Lies.
2
People made of rain
Billow curtains, bang shutters
Flood gutters
Bellow thunder
Slash fire
Hostage gardens
Stampede the geese
They storm through at will and
Rake your brain
Roaming, self-contained cities
Of withering pain
Like Sherman through Georgia
Like ancient Moghul armies
Devouring every atom
Of light, land, air,
Soul and flesh
In their path
Romes of rancor
Montreals of menace
Foul people
Made of fervent rain:
Porous, limpid, dank,
Rain with fangs
Poseurs
Bent on pillage
Honing in
On you, coming
On the pretense
Of giving
Determined
To pillage
Self-aware enough to realize
They can’t get what they want
On their merits
Jealous, insecure,
Vicious, vain
People made of rain
Wrack heaven
Rain people
Ruin
They wreck your gods
And steal your light
They come and go
Like squalls
And steal your light
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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
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Posted on April 18, 2017