Wind
It has swept across the world,
flattening helpless blades
of grass,
pushing the monstrous clouds of storm,
which release torrents
that destroy civilizations.
It goes on
and on,
stripping individuals of their
presumed dignity, powering the mills,
blowing sand into the eyes
of the innocent. Slithering, shooting,
twisting and moaning,
it rockets along,
reaches,
blowing into my face,
and
I
rejoice.
