Downpour,

Heavy rain mixed with salt that comes history.

A blanket of desperate, finifugal fight

Draped over my head.

A graduation veil.

Cracked windows in a glass house.

They thought it was a stone,

broken screams of shattered people.

A mirror that’s see through.

I can’t quite be complacent with what I see.

A forgotten song

Gently shredding bands of restraint.

Melodies jumble and mix with the inferno of the refining flame.

Picks on strings, notes unwritten.

We watch ucalegon.

When we should be watching the mourning light pirce the horizon.

We

Change.