The way, in a rainstorm, the sky (5)

The way, in a rainstorm, the skydescends in sudden violence,flooding the sluices of the overhead passesand tumbling to the road in fallsof water, and we wait at the side of the roadfilling the space with the hot breathof our panic, until the violencehas passed and we can proceedin the dark, the tears of nightblinding our windshieldonly a little less.There has been too much bloodon the walls of my room where I gatheredyour body and placed it in the ambulance and you climbed upwhatever fantasy could save youback into life.All that still-born anguish.She tied her bundle quickly and left.We have all closed doorson that terrible pain and joined the circusof the lady contortionist. Runaways,we pray, day after day,to the god of lost children,Save us.