Paint Out the Light

you paint walls and

buildings so tall -

sunlight never reaches the earth.

a birth, as the paint covers cracks

and stains, and nothing remains.

but a new face so pale and white -

sunlight makes it shrink,

and think that maybe the womb

sings a better tune,

the mind-bending heat of blistering streets

and air so polluted,

that every breath is a curse.

you paint walls and buildings so tall

that sunlight never reaches earth.

but the sound of crying still

will reach your ears.