Thundered Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Thundered the old man
Half-dressed as Neanderthal
(Or rather half-naked as Neanderthal)
With him growing fast his goat beard
Unwashed and untidy:
Thundered
He though that he was Jove
When in his sinewy hands he seized
The giant couple of rocks and beat
Them together: fire burst
Flashing
In flashing each other
And the mighty sound of
Thunder:
Rolled as the waves of Ocean from land to land
Rolled as the waves of Ocean to the sand
Of beaches on desert and half-desert islands on the
Earth.