A palm of a dead tree.
An epic movie of Spike Lee.
A township in Sheol*.
Gloomy wonders are diluted.
A broken sphere –
the radius not concluded.
A sour rain on the ground
pouring out all emotions.
We are still awaiting in the Grim room.
We are flowers that bloom.
We are of the Earth.
An angel at the gate,
Bearing a trumpet without a sound.
From worlds afar He watches.
We await –
Victims of Father Time.
One shall answer for our sin.
The day shall come soon.

*Sheol is the ancient Hebrew word for ‘Hades’ – the Greek underworld.