The Cloud

from The Shunned Country by Bob Drake

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Nobody can pretend to believe any longer
that cloud on a certain hilltop is natural.
‘Cause it’s been lingering up there
for at least two weeks,
its colour is indescribable, and it reeks.
Roiling and seething,
the wind doesn’t move it
and it's settled on the crest
where those malignant ruins
allegedly brood
like a pestilence.

Some say it emits a
furtive phosphorescence,
or a persistent low rumbling.
Other people say indistinctly within,
pale things are seen fumbling.
But I’ll tell you ONE aspect of this thing
everybody agrees on:
nobody else will go up there to explore,
for the few who’d done so
weren’t heard of no more!

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from The Shunned Country, released February 15, 2005

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