(M. Ondaatje)
The rain fell like applause
it fell all night
and it fell like applause
though for whom or why
I do not know
it fell and it fell and
I couldn’t help but wonder
if perhaps it was for the moon
this hollow moon
or the trees drained of birds
there was rain
and the applause fell like thunder
broke like glass
on an iron floor
since the birds had flown
the air was full of something sinister
there was something sinister
in the applause
which fell all night
like rain like
night like
applause
the rain fell like applause
though for whom or why I do not know.
