Angel Brothers Poem by Thomas Plotz

As the storm squaw line thundered down
Making the sundered sound
Parting blast of Angels trumpets,
Louder than the loudest guns,
Louder than a sonic boom

Wasn't just the brothers bowling, and picking up a spare,

Went on and on…Bam, Boom, and Crash-Kapow! !
Thank God it was more than Seven times heard,
Thou, maybe I should re-read Revelation 8 - 11

Then skies eased and clouds departed, moving off to the east,
At least, that's the direction most of our weather travels to,
Rumbling reduced, roaming readily out of audible range
Bringing in a hush of,
Silence

T. Plotz
Angel Brothers
28 March 2019