Dance Of The Relentless Poem by Salvatore Ala

It's raining and there's no sky.
It's snowing without crystal.
There's a river without an eye.
There's a place without stigma.

There are bodies without organs.
There are dogs without sight.
There's a path through a woodlot
But it's overgrown with rot.

There are conditions without hope
And wars without appeasement.
There's a place without race
And of the pain we inflict, not a trace.

There are feelings without feeling
And living without being.
There are memories without shape
And shadows that escape.

It's snowing and there's no sky.
It's raining into an open eye.
There's a place without stigma.
There's a river turned to crystal.