Tuesday, March 18, 2008

the last tear

Pitter patter pitter patter

Rain drops plop down

A drizzle at best

With a dash of salt

On a weathered palm

That shook many a paw

Waiting for the torrent

Of a few, measured drops

From a dried up spring

That once gave freely

Is now happily barren

The gland is tired and worn out

And now sterile from overuse

The pump is losing steam

From years of upheaval

The right brain is numb

From a genocide of cells

The twin windows parched

From the imminent drought

The monsoon has ended

The typhoon has passed

A cold numb has set in

Like chill on a corpse