unblemished

[iscreamchocolate]

Unblemished:
By Damaya

Looking through the clear glass;
Drops of liquids fall.
From the grey open space
Above;
To the green earthy spikes below.
Everything that the clear stuff touches:
Turns clear and unseen.
The ashes of the dead toxic gases;
Fall too in the blanket of liquid patches.
Faces above are white and grey,
Looking down upon us with a spray.
A spray to moisten our bodies,
Moisten the earth's saddened worries.
Leaving puddles of the translucid blood
Lying around the concrete lots.
All the metal monsters;
Swerve on their black rubber tires.
Trying to look through
Their liquid-infected clear sheets of glass.
The unseen stuff evaporates.
The golden ball of fire
With dryness it creates.