Extract From Flood Alert
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(fear of suffering a heart attack)
It feels like the whole sky dissolving
till all that is left is water
falling and soaking through clothing,
through skin, to hang in clot-like drops
from the roof of your heart.
The universe, itís failing Ė
You hear, in your nerved-up mind,
in the cloud-high brain above
a drip, drip, drip,
as if somewhere, planets away,
something were bleeding. Or perhaps
it is only Godís innocent waters
falling in drops from a tap?
Hearts stop, in spite of themselves.
The brain turns to rain,
each drop of it quaking, and hangs there
dismayed, dreaming up rainbows, an Ark.