![]() Black RainA Poem by Ken e BujoldDawn twice betided that doomsday
morning; conventionally with a c**k’s
crow -- then without warning, three hours
later, when Hades unleashed the gates of
Tartarus … Cerberus ran amok through the
streets of Midnight. The bedazzling cloud of John’s
revelation suddenly clear and unmistakable -- Olympus no longer impartial,
weary of the colicky kids continuous
bleating, had finally chosen a side, determined
a champion among the querulous tribes
constantly underfoot, demanding
favors. Those who survived Mrs. Tibbets’s
little boy would live the rest of their
lives haunted by visons, spirits they couldn’t name,
always
certain of one thing -- Hell came with a black rain. Ken e Bujold © 2025 Ken e BujoldReviews
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