A Tornadic Dis-Spell. Poem by Michael Gale

A Tornadic Dis-Spell.



A tornado's sudden twist of air, blow out loud, and live...
A driveway, that leads to nowhere, that absolutely, pain does, derive.

Swirling, twirling, up-drafted, hot and cold air, meet...
Tragic, soured fear, an unapologetic, ungreet.

Flattened houses, tossed a strewn, and among, treed, un magic.
Yet so tragic.

Homeless, orphaned families, and pets...
Uninsured, monetary lost bets.

Like match sticks, or tinker toys, splashed across the
great wind, in hued, divide...
Amassed destruction, in every, spaced, a-wide.

Is this, or was this, God's, all furied wrath? ...
Was this, God's way to give, the man, over crammed,
landscape, a re-scenic, bath?

Alone-Be woman, man and child...
To rebuild their home, from twister's wind-so strong, and wild.

The only answer to them, as their...
Was only, answered, in worshipment, and, prayer.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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