Words Rain

Words rain –

breaking  in the gutter

shattering our sutures

and transfiguring the ground.

We have been wearing our umbrellas,

We have been shrinking in our best,

We have been scarfed and laid to rest

but words rain

down.

Words come and break the mirror

flowing deeper

than before

a sudden scattered light

a shard like-flight 

on wooden shore.

We had been sleeping in our shivers

And from pillar slung to pillar

But words rain.

More.

Till we take upon our heads

A ragged cap of motley

Till we rise up from our beds

And throw open all our doors.

Till we whistle to our wolfhounds

Till we clamber to our cliffs

Till we trip the trap of starlight

Till we whet our aching lips

Tomorrow we riddle

Today we ring

Yesterday we were singing.

To words as they cling.

They rain the grass to ribbons

And they rain the o to moon

They rain the foaming pebbles

And they rain the liquid tune.

They rain the new believers

And they rain the falling fool

Whose leap off the cliff-face

Is kiss-faced

Is liquid

And bliss-faced

Is word-paced

As they rain

down the dawn.