grey raindrops
collapse under heaven’s weight
on human heads
they land
some say the dirty jewels
are supposed to cleanse us?
but I say sadly
they only ingrave in us
our filth
at the end
of the day
our efforts are pretend
why don’t we see that we have never been clean?
we wash ourselves each night and day in filth
But claim each morning pure and new?
how absurd
And how I wish I could escape!