what price

so we mourn and tumble
lay waste our souls
the cast now laid - without a mold

the laughter fades, the sin exposed
as those who rattle
now praise a lord - but, who knows my mother
who knows that pain?  and why or wonder
what price of rain?

we tumble not in light or storm
and where and wonder what raft been born?

the cosmic gods have been set ablaze
and chaos bathes in fog and haze

winter comes and night remains
who knows my mother?  who knows her pain?

what price chaos?  what
price this rain?

bkmackenzie
2016