Spray Paint

Poem inspired by news from my homeland.

Image by Clker-Free-Vector-Images from Pixabay

One day the night will no longer be night,
darkness all used up and spent out
like a rusty old black can of spray paint
spits and sputters last drops and
gives way to colorless gas. . .
for all the blackness
promised by the manufacturer,
lid, nozzle, and label,
flows vacuous, clear as day.
And we all say,
Good riddance!
Thank God!
nothing more flows from the ugly mouth of that empty old can,
it’s about time the light
shone for a while,
isn’t it?

Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay