Overcast Poem by Uzezi Ologe

Sky goes dark with night
As one struck with fright
Coils in a corner in flight
So light is put out of sight
Before eyes of watching day

Standing things sway
Dust and rubbish things
Excited, dance in ascension
Trapped in the swooshing symphony
Of a windy orchestra

Flashing forks and cracking cords
Like blowing bombs
Shower shrapnel of a sundered sky
Down the face of cowering day.

Loosed, let your fury fly
Growl, pour, have your fill then be still
And let day be
So lift your frock
And let him see
For you will come
Again at six o' clock.