The Crack of Dawn <br />Rent the sky’s heavy grey winter greatcoat <br />From seam to boring seam, <br />Tore it the hard way: <br />Against the weave, <br />For all the world as if <br />God were revisiting His moment <br />Of Temple-curtain-tearing violence. <br /> <br />Now, as then, <br />Few people pondered <br />The sight or its significance <br />As day drilled down, <br />Linear and bright, <br />Upon the quick and the dead alike. <br /> <br />The Heavens opened <br />And for once it wasn’t rain <br />But light, streaming like stair-rods, <br />Breaking all the Torah <br />Of simile and metaphor.<br /><br />Tony Jolley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/against-the-weave/
