The air looked <br />startled by the thunder <br /> <br />lightning ripped <br />the sky apart <br /> <br />easy as paper. <br /> <br />Later the evening <br />wore an ugly bruise <br /> <br />as if Heaven <br />had been badly beaten up <br /> <br />& left for dead. <br /> <br />The horizon remained <br />tight lipped <br /> <br />even the crows <br />refused to caw. <br /> <br />The trees said nothing. <br /> <br />The man <br />nursed his pain <br /> <br />like a drunk <br />over a slow gin <br /> <br />retracing his footsteps <br />to the car <br /> <br />sat inside <br />as darkness fell <br /> <br />& cried <br />softly to himself.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-heard-faintly-on-the-edge-of-sound/
