Comorbidity (full edit)

Dreariness is catching
and rain patters like laughter;
a long, slow, sad refrain.
This whole island droops toward the pavement,
saturated, it’s translucent petals.
Off over the Kelvin, a magpie
catches itself mid croak,

as if by some blessed strangulation.
It is strangely aware of a
certain heaviness lodged in the crevasses,
in the water, in the air. A fog
fills the lungs of the people.
They exhale smoke.