Sabbath

i dance wildly along the nape of lush,
irreverent rolling hills- surprised to find
this scenery's my secret

my steps, if calculated, become bittersweet-
soured by mourning, loathsome mourning-
for the ridiculous incessant parade that lumbers quivers by

my secret's the sun's golden, glinting, tingle-bath,
piercing the ominous raindrop, cluster-swarm of acidic industry
these vast green hills cannot be a cross to carry
haunting-
a scary thought,
a dream we dare not dream in dank corner's of our
stained-glass cell

this day was made for rest
and drive-thru windows