Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
The Rain Roars
The rain roars down
A lions last attempt
To eviscerate
The zebra of sun
From the jungle of cracks
In the pavement
A whip crack of water
Slashing holes
In lawns, borders
Ants dive for cover
In the jungle of cracks
In the pavement
Not realising
They seal their own doom
Hear the rumble
The crackle
The inevitability
Not thunder
Or lightning
Just rain, rain, rain,
Flooding in and filling
Every space
Pouring between bins
Banging on the flu pipe
Rattling in the vents
And sealing the jungle
Of cracks
In the pavement.
Mabh Savage 