What the Black Sky Said

That day the clouds poured down, then there was a sudden lull; quite unusual.

I looked up at the black sky to see what met my eye and found no direct signal.

The gloomy vast presence in the sky, sulking, solemn, spoke something serious;

Uttered without words, that needed interpretation, a message mysterious.

The world is changing, God has left; what remains is pride, corruption and crime.

Instead of pristine serenity or the sense of fulfillment, is left just noise and grime.

The love that bound us, brought us up, indeed found us, has also disappeared.

What is left is just a consciousness of gendered reality, our faces smeared

With the soot of false identities and power equations that equal to doom.

We are left alone, without God, manipulating the quick oncoming gloom

That will send mankind helter-skelter, making them stand as though in hell;

With no courage, no faith, nor any real power to escape, scream or yell.

We will stand, barefoot, in eight inches of that filthiest of matter, not feeling dead;

Quite alive. Till a man comes with a whip and shouts, “Now stand on your head.”