Bricks

Fingers to the sky
Stretching
All sprawled out
A bony mess

Tubby in the middle
Long in the tooth
With a sense of urgency
All the little ones gone crazy

We praise in position
Surrender as an exercise
Completely extended
Screaming at the sun

Even in the rain
We stab clouds
With turrets and parapets
Asking when
A king will come
Always knowing
Our home is a spinning sphere
Seen in flashes
Our king
An invisible string
--4.4.08