we look up, and wait

The Sky is Pregnant
threatening pockets of
silky streams
silent, deadly, dilating

we seek shelter where
there is none
our bodies find warmth
in each other
upside down inside out
all over we seek
solace
in the bottom
of a polystyrene cup
a milky concoction that
sears, scalds and then cools
rapidly, unnatural
like the hot towels
at the indian restaurant
defying the laws of physics

the cup overfloweth not
instead the edge is
crumbling under the weight
of expectation
ambition
the pixels that form the vessel
are spat upon the ground
with my teeth they fall
whoosh
whumph
silence

dead is the night
the day never came
we slithered through the streets
our velociferouswheels
not spinning but sliding
smoothly
over the sheen of ice
that coats our mordant world
we came
we sold
we were conquered

The Sky is Pregnant
and we look up
and wait