And Then the Sky Cracks

Woman in the kitchen,
sweeping dust over
and over
and through the open
door
until it scatters
in a puff of breeze.

Child on the roadside,
kicking stones on
and on
and through the colored
crowd
until they hit
ankles tense and taut.

Man on the hilltop,
staring down
and down
and through the parched
earth
until it yawns
and swallows him whole.

And then the sky cracks,
tears,

And dust
and stones
and eyes
meet, mingle

As light slices
like a blade,
boggles, blinds

leaving only mouths

and words.

"Kyrie eleison"
become a cry

And "Hosanna"
become its echo.