AN: Alright, last one for today, I promise. This piece is, if I remember correctly, about Zeus commanding raindrops to thunder down upon the earth and wash away its crimes.
We wait as trembling raindrops
Suspended in the blue
Stretching toward the peal of thunder--
Seeking lightning's rule
The master with his bright bolt
Will sit upon his throne
Lightning on his burnished fingers--
Claiming it his own
A flash strikes and we tumble
The clouds don't break our fall
Parting like the gates to heaven--
Music in their call
The thunder roars above us
The buckled sky sinks down
Thousands of its teardrops melting--
Earth's own drizzling gown
We wash away the world
We wash away its sin
Whispering, murmuring--
Drowning the dead again--
Heaven's own messenger kin
I sense that this is a metaphor there is some deeper meaning, so here's my shot at it. The mythological view point on it denotes that higher powers are at work. Stuff coming from the sky and washing away sin, "Heaven's own messenger kin", makes me think there is some sort of Jesus symbolism. The poem is centralized around how we are the raindrops, and that there are many of them, I think the main message is that we as humans all have a duty to spend our time on Earth improving the place before we sink into the soil and disappear. We're all the same amount of human that Jesus was, what makes him so special? Correct me if I'm way off.
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