The air looked
startled by the thunder
lightning ripped
the sky apart
easy as paper.
Later the evening
wore an ugly bruise
as if Heaven
had been badly beaten up
& left for dead.
The horizon remained
tight lipped
even the crows
refused to caw.
The trees said nothing.
The man
nursed his pain
like a drunk
over a slow gin
retracing his footsteps
to the car
sat inside
as darkness fell
& cried
softly to himself.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-heard-faintly-on-the-edge-of-sound/
