Haiku: 38 to 43

38
look – a concrete sky –
God is dead, writ large on clouds,
a dark calligraphy.

39
look – a concrete sky
distant mirror indistinct,
i see not a thing.

40
look – a concrete sky,
a stainless steel hurricane
blowing trees of lead.

41
look – a concrete sky
the picnic has been canceled
go and cry at home.

42
look – a concrete sky
and the cosmos upside down –
up is gone for good.

43
look – a concrete sky
the wind is tearing petals
every garden dead.