Poetry Break

Watering the Garden
by Sarah Hall

does Venus feel my pain?
the pain. dull. and continuous. like the rain.
it has been raining for hours now. rain.
rain. rain. that's how is sounds.
rain rain rain drilling holes in my hear.
blood lets. and runs. and swirls with the
rain rain rain
does this weaken my pain? no. just confuses it.
lost is the purity of agony. smeared and smothered
and soaked into the ground. destructed.
the dirt is stained. mud.
Venus, do you feel my pain?

you comedian, from Venus, heavenlyward,
dost thou wallow in the wound of a
bleeding heart?
let the rain rain rain disperse the tainted soul
for mine art the blooms of crimson
that dine on your pain.
monuments for you silly fools to pluck.
rain rain rain
petals drop like rain