"It's gonna be wet wet wet rain rain rain
and more, today and tomorrow and tomorrow,
so rush into your nearest 'under brolly store,'
and don't forget, drive with care life is precious."
It was a dying day
a sun in mourning day behind a veil of gray
a rain in frenzy day
drowning in its lust to impregnate the earth;
a damp arthritic day
a leak in the roof day
a flood in the road day
a sailboat in the gutter day
animals two by two
for the ark kind of day
a 'drive with care kind of day'
a 'predicted tomorrow and tomorrow'.
But not for this wallaby,
this mother without child duped by this dying day
as a cog is missed in the turning earth
and her final hours wash away.
Dash of life pinch of death, ingredients
mixed with gravel and water
mold the beating heart to stone
carve out a roadkill monument,
without inscription, while in vain
we search for a wandering child.
Let the sun continue mourning
let the contrite rain reveal
a wallaby spirit with child
hopping two by two into the ark,
'and don't forget life is precious'.
