I see the sky across the leafless trees,
the clouds gathering for storm,
the black on white and squares everywhere;
the threat of lightning intermingled with a joy
to disappear in the coming rain,
to dissolve in floods of tears,
to burst, to rave in rage,
to howl with the wind,
to scream the pain out of the heart,
to curse the life,
to curse the death,
to curse the God,
to great the Blackness.