Stepping off the sidewalk,
I open my umbrella
against the mass suicide
of big fat raindrops.
The most vainglorious
commit harakiri
on the shiny pointed tip,
others just splatter
against the sleek black canopy
with a soft thud of belly or bum.
I give my umbrella a twirl
and scatter the corpses
into the air slashed and smeared
like a Jackson Pollock masterpiece.
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