Wild wind blows
through cat-tails
and willow branches
the hair on my arms
stand up
look and see
a ripe sky red
clouds shaped like
planes
rain falling like bullets
like me
like frogs carved from
rock
standing still
waiting
while
rivers bulged
lakes swell
oceans churn
moving in a brutish dance
their waves
tipped with steel
there under toes
fitted with iron
thunder crashes in time
lighting cuts the sky in half
canyon stretch
cracking in the tender places
allowing the rage to flow out
like a glorious elephant
running rampant
plowing down
the
ones
who
hurt
and
rip
and
take
who here will be left standing when the sun again shows its face?
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