Grey Raindrops

grey raindrops
collapse under heaven’s weight

on human heads
they land

some say the dirty jewels
are supposed to cleanse us?

but I say sadly
they only ingrave in us
our filth

at the end
of the day
our efforts are pretend

why don’t we see that we have never been clean?
we wash ourselves each night and day in filth
But claim each morning pure and new?
how absurd
And how I wish I could escape!