Ruptured by Water

Sometimes
They purr like a cat;
And cry out aloud
Light is a fraud.

The accusing gaze
Of the reflected image
Paved the way for me
To bow down in confession

As you keep watching
The facial features
Get creased and mangled
By rainwater.

It’s the pallor of the mirror–
After it got to old age
From childhood, teenage, youth...

In the drizzling
That’s outside the frame
Its glassed–in silence
Will be soused in pain
Piercing that
There’s a squall...
A certain yowl...
A clarion call

It will be transformed
Into mere glass,
Reflecting the front and the rear end.

And finally,
Bosom burst
It pours out purring