The Rain Comes Down

 Masks on

Guns drawn-

"I'm not angry with you"

Her last words echo across heaven.

As she is received by the heart of the universe

There is celebration in the Capitol

And in the bot farms

And in hell... [I know hell has gone out of fashion]

In spite of watching my country spiral

counter-clockwise into darkness,

dishes must be washed

wood gathered;

Friends and family must be told how precious they are

how deeply loved,

because we never know [if we don't say so]

The chance might slip into the gap between here

and not here.

"Get the fuck out of the car"

[run, honey, run, it's gone too far ]

The ghouls are here-

fueled with testosterone and disconnection

This hate, a virus.  a spreading infection.

Some decision was made...

Was some decision made?

What trap door was lifted to loose the fantasies

that bind a soul to the Dark Lord

until the final day?

The soulless instrument of death

Planting seeds of a turning

with each drop of blood,

each last breath.

Sent, not to oblivion as the words were said 

"Fucking Bitch"

But surely, [I must believe]

to be received in Light's loving embrace

and here in this broken place

The rain comes down.