Angry

 

The gates are shutting down

The ones that let the water run

Trickle, slip, wet my lips, slosh in

Words that shouldn’t have swirled, sweated, saturated

All this dried up space

I want to burn the sky up

Make it fill up with ash

I want to turn the world up

And look up under its dress

The gates are suturing shut

The ones that let the winds blow

Beast blare, feast here where all the carrion go

Wild, whip, wrest this ship, cast it upon

The harshest rocks

I want to suck the ocean down

Make my belly sink with salt

I want to turn all the dearth around

And cast it in a cellar