Nobody reads poetry anymore, Unanswered Prayers

wind whispers hurt
entreating new cold earth,
you should have stayed
a secret azure from afar

the alloy of eyes flicker
over this shrouded continent,
soot to the arteries
of coal mired government

smoke, is written under skin

there is no birdsong
but for this dry retch of trees,
still these ten hours of rain
unchained as rust now quietly clear

murmurs of fonts beyond dream
opening to christen the taste of sky,
this chance to hold out again
one primary colour bold as genesis