I heard it on the radio news
Which I turned on in heavy rain,
On the highway. in a passing lane.
“Like rain,” the man on the radio yelled.
“Bodies rained down.
Four females in my garden.”
The weatherman then said, “Rain.”
Of course. Dirge deluge. Earth must cry
When bodies rain down from a plane,
And, long ago, from skyscrapers, to be caught
Not in nets, but by cameras,
So we can see them, over and over again.
Earth must cry for this falling,
For those who lie unburied, smashed
In a cornfield in summer.
Earth must cry for that falling,
For those who fell from a building in fall,
Never reaching the end of the falling.
Who made such pain? Human beings.
That’s all we need know, that
We alone are capable.
“Heavy falls expected,” the weatherman said.
“Tomorrow easing to showers