Month: December 2018

The Last Storm (unfinished section)

over these eternal plains
we make mountains of the clouds
and thunder is the voice of gods
with majesty endowed
beyond the ears of mortal men
the grasslands hear the word
within the distant rumbling
the end of days is heard
this deep foreboding of the green
nature’s final mystery
the storm cries out the death knell
of you and them and me.

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