It Never Rains But It Kills Poem by Lev Brekhman
It Never Rains But It Kills
Humongous, and blackly rising,
The cloud is upon us all.
Somebody's already crying,
We are in for a waterfall.
Hellishly, and even indecent,
The wind roughly laughs.
Devil's awful present,
So we could not in present trust.
Dry as dust and living,
We're suddenly in the past.
Humongous Day of Thanksgiving,
Man is safe, at last.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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