Storm

I saw fools on fire and laughing,
and dogs tearing meat under bitter lead skies.

I turned from the rubble
towards friends to see
only the carcass of a weeping tree.

I saw a claw grip a rusted spade
and frenzy and ignorance on every face.
I saw alliances of race,
and felt drops of rain.

I saw souls being weighed,
and I felt afraid.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.