(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

the sky is dying and no one wants to save it

here is the rocky shore
there is no sand
no sunshine
no laughter
there are only choppy angry waves
beside them are the concrete
rain-stained walls
and the walkways
and the gangplanks

walking here are desolate jackets,
lonely raincoats,
huddled under black umbrellas

they're all headed someplace else
never noticing the choppy ugly waves
never noticing the shore
never noticing the sky

this downpour
this rainfall:
a million million
raindrops
pounding into the ground like tiny
tiny fists
expiring and melting in an instant

their corpses gather into
puddles
that look like grimy mirrors

the rain keeps falling
and i realise:
the sky is mortally wounded

the grey corpse clouds are failing to coagulate
they cannot clot
instead they gush and cry and sob
and tear themselves apart
wisps of smoke,
diluted ink that's fading

the clouds are dying
smearing their life blood
across the glistening asphalt
upon the tarmac altar

but the faceless creatures
do not notice
all the jackets and coats and umbrellas
are busy going someplace else,
trying to get out of the rain