Tonight I woke
to the sound of fury
the sky splits open
like women giving birth
to rain, to pebbles
to the things we touch and flinch
tonight I woke
to the sound of fury
tin houses holding
the pitter-patter
ding-dong
of drops, the sky cries again
yet those who are under it
receive the lashes
those shaken houses
with foundations of sand
built on frowning fathers
drowning mothers
pitter-patter
ding-dong
tonight I woke
to the sound of fury
washing earth
like women giving birth
to the next generation
that rises out of mud
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