Black Cloud

dont pray for me like i'm a photograph in black and white turned yellow by time... like i'm a field already worked, my crops already picked... now baked by the sun, rows lost in dry dust. like i'm the bones of death, left in the path of famine... the muffled cries of the dying heard no more! look up! i am the black cloud on your horizon... heavy with thunder and rain.... i am the coming winter... i will bring the spring! i am the eyes that saw to take the picture... i am the hands that touched it... and brought it to life!