The Thunder Goes Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

As where
The thunder goes
And flares
Take me
Take me
The gardens
Right below are on
Fire:
The trees are pyres of
Dense smokes
The flower-beds the crypts
Of mists that lower to
The ground:
For it be Dawn
Rough fellows pass
As figures to and
Fro
Restless
Restless as the crowds
Restless as the earth
Where trudge the crowds:
There
There verses go
My friend, and rule.
And you
Getting on their back
Will rule too with
Them.