Got another one: Clouds roll out Like trains from a station Pillars of steam Cry out for salvation While loose-lipped women Gossip in their yards; With their husbands inside Attentive and on gaurd The world goes still Rain starts falling The winds blowing hard The dogs start howling The Minister runs Drying off his hands The Governor is screaming; Hiding in the sand Lost in the ocean Theres no place to go The several couples swimming Are swimming all alone The thunder; it crashes Babies start their bawling The windows are all broken The dogs keep on howling Sitting in the dust Are castles made of wood The sweepers inside sweeping Hes doing what he should The crows are flying Way down south The fires in the freezer The words arnt in my mouth The streets are deserted The children start growling Their parents are holed up with them While the dogs are outside, howling
i really like this poem. you did a great job with the mood. it kind of gives a feeling of damnation. Great! I love it. ~Jen
