A Whole Of Holes
Do you
see and hear
matter and sounds
or
feel and touch
the life beneath?
Hollow words
tell of
A whole
of holes
husks
behind masks
are
abandoned
frightened
children,
asphalt saplings
craving soil
Lightning
strikes
cracks the tar
raindrops
patter on the husks
wash away
their makeup
Do you
feel the lightning
and
do the raindrops
kiss your skin?














