The Convection Of God

Blackened clouds
Framed with an angry red outside
Push into the pale blue sky
Pale blue as an overdose
Still as a drug user’s body
That lies dying on a bathroom floor
The convection of God comes together
Like a rainstorm
And there’s nowhere to hide from its fury
Lightning will tear the sky in two
In front of you
Night falls and the blackness cries
Heat lightning dances without direction
Without prediction
Yet, always, with purpose
We may not see it at the time
But we eventually know the score
The convec...